BECAUSE I SAID SO

I had a followup appointment with my surgeons Friday and there was only one piece of news I didn’t want to hear. I had built up a habit of wanting cigarets 200-400 puffs a day over 4 decades and it isn’t going to go away in two weeks just because I would find it convenient.

Bleg.

Other than that, the news was pretty darn good. Chest X rays were clear and so was the blood workup. The head chest cutter, Dr. Peyton, told me he thought I was making a “remarkablly good” recovery and that I should take it easy and not push it so hard.

I have referrals to endocrinology and oncology in a couple weeks to get through their hoops.

While there’s an elevated risk that somewhere in my body there are a few cancer cells in doublets or triplets just looking for a niche, no test is fine enough to track them down and all the tests show me as clear of cancer at this point.

Any day now, I’ll be able to walk around the block by myself and maybe even go to the bathroom regularly and — wonder of wonders — soon, I may be able to shower like a big boy.

As it is, some days are pretty good and I can stay awake most of the day and some days are like last Thursday when I slept 20 of the 24 hours. I’m terribly behind on answering phone calls and emails and such, but I try to do better as much as I can. A special shout out to Rush on the left coast — I’m not ducking you, my friend, just be patient with me please since you know what it’s like to be hospitalized and be sick.

Never before in my life have I ever ever been this sick this long and I want all y’all to know it really really sucks. If you are ever given the choice between being sick and being well, choose well.

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