The Hardest Part of Living

I guess there’s no reason to pussy-foot around it. My last chemo regimen didn’t work and now they’re seeing a number of aggressive new legions in my lungs and chest. For the first time in 3 years, I’m officially worse off than I was when I started. Only this time I’m not an extremely healthy... Continue Reading →

Chemo #2, Cycle 8, Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire Baby!

Had an interesting chat with my oncologist yesterday. I went in, expecting a pretty routine appointment (shake hands, make a few off-handed jokes, then head up to infusion). However, he came in without the usual smile on his face so I was a bit worried. Here's what he had to say: Turns out the immunotherapy... Continue Reading →

Chemo #2, Cycle 7

Ladies and gentlemen, how the hell are we? I'm doing fantastic, thanks for asking. "But Mitch, you have terminal cancer, shouldn't you be sad all the time?" What a loser perspective that is! You know why I'm feeling fantastic right now? Cause I'm out there livin life baby! I'm cruising down the left lane while... Continue Reading →

Chemo Cycle 31 – AKA the Booty Biographies

Buckle up your seat belts people cause we're talking butt stuff today, and lots of it. But before we dive into what has been the least dignifying cycle of my young life, let's talk scans. I got some done last Monday (at the ghetto location again but no fun stories to report back this time)... Continue Reading →

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