The life of treatments

I am back into the swing of going in for treatments every other Friday and then spending the next two weeks trying as hard as I can to get back to a healthy enough state to do it all again. The last two weeks have been rough. My lab results on my blood were not good at all this last time around. My liver is struggling to keep up. A lot of pain has gone away, but I still sting from it, and I think when I take too much pain killers, the liver can't handle it, thus, making me quite ill. The CEA count, which measures the amount of cancer active in my system is fricken off the charts at 97. OUCH!!! That is the worst it has been since this all began, so I guess I am thinking the break over the summer wasn't the most brilliant move on my behalf. I was warned, but I am stubborn. I'll be honest with you. I feel that things are not turning for the better. OH FUCKING WELL!!! I am still getting quite a kick out of life and feel very lucky to have had this much. I look back on my friends and experiences with such fondness. I mean that. All of my history is cherrished. What a cool life I've had. And now, well now, I have what I always dreamed for.

Go dodgers!