I tend to be surprised each time by how hard those final days of therapy are. 

Do you ask someone with Cancer how they are doing? 

You go on a 3 week drug holiday only to return to exploding ass. 

The better I get, the better you get. And the better you get, the better I get.

I carpe diem'd the shit outta this holiday.

I'm chasing this feeling like a teenager. With blind. Reckless. Abandon. 

Thought I'd milk this post for a joke, but decided to be mature about the whole thing.

Ok, so I did a rant last night.  Today I found out why I was so miserable.

I'm frustrated, so I am going to take it out on this blog. 

If you look at it in the right light, cancer is truly a gift. 

I am stable for the first time. As for my friends, well you have to decide for yourself.

Sometimes things are just so perfect that you can't begin to describe them.

This was the gift of laughter. A gift of a long time memory and a long time friendship. 

I need a control group to help me measure one immunotherapy session to the next. 

Believe in the moment. And know that which you manifest is before you.

Love & friendship, they can move mountains and make you feel better. That and a moonwalk.

Sometimes you need to go to desperate measures. Sometimes you 'over share'...

All the inside information on what goes on in those secret meetings at the Tom Baker.

DKL threw a fake bucket list at me. As protection I am providing the legit list.

Getting together with friends in the mountains with friends is the best way to build up your energy.