This past Monday, the 8th of June, my regular appointment, my Dr. had a little surprise for me. He said, "No 3-hour treatment, today. Go home and enjoy yourself. Your Cancer count has finally dropped a decent amount ! (I damn near fainted) He said that it is the first substantial decline in my cancer count, since I started this miserable life saving "treatment" of 2 times a month endurring poison infused into my body, via all veins. More important, it looks like "we" are making headway, now. The tide has turned, and "we" (Me, and my Doctors) are now winning.
350 hours, to date, of poisons going into me, in order to begin to win !
The tide, we believe has turned.
Perhaps after another 350 hours I will win.
BUT:
I always had super thick hair and loads of it. Now, when the wind blows, all can see my total scalp. I am going bald. I do not look good, bald.
I am very conscience of that, and am getting shy. Ha, shy? Never before, but to have dark brown goobs of hair at 61 and be 65 on the way to being bald, at 64, is upsetting. Plus, I have ZERO facial lines (wrinkles). SOooo, I gotta grow some fuzz... something, anything...
You 40-ish aged guys, RUN, don't walk to a hospital and get a colonoscopy ASAP. The Desending Colon (better knowen as the "tulips-Chute") is the least "clean" in your body & the number one place cancer is bound to form. I was too chicken to do it, as I was a virgin to being "put-out" and having such a procedure, and I was scared. SOoo
