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Fuck you, Dmitry

Last night I had a number of special guests show up at my crib here in 5 north at the Denver VA hospital. Dear Olie brought me the pumpkin pie I'd been fantasizing about, and I've had a slice for every meal since. And thanks to my very talented cousin-ish Sara, my room is really in top form. One of the nurses peeked her head in my door and said "Oh, your room is so welcoming!" I thought that was funny because right now the first thing you see when you walk in is Johnny Cash flipping you off. :D

perfection

Today I started my last bag of Cytarabine, and should be disconnected from Dmitry for the foreseeable future tomorrow midday. Hopefully that means the side effects from this crappy crap shit will abate. The worst right now is the swelling. I think it gets a lot worse for some people, but right now I feel like I have bags of water hanging from my midsection. I can't even wipe myself the way I used to because it's so much harder to bend. And when I walk around my knees and thighs feel huge. One more day! That is great news, but it's not the only good news I got today. The test results from the samples taken from my last lumbar puncture came back clear. And no sign of leukemia cells were seen in my eye exam today. So Dr. Bowles is inclined to discontinue the twice weekly lumbar punctures under the assumption that my CNS is free from AML. Hooray!

(real) Dmitry, Brent, Olie, Sara, and Chris <3
Thank you for visiting and making me feel supported. I wanted to squeeze it in before the worst started. Thankfully, my hemoglobin was holding steady today and I didn't need a blood transfusion. But Drs. Patil and Bowles let me know that most people end up on antibiotics during this next phase. I guess the immunity in my gut might not be strong enough to keep the bad stuff out, so I'm keeping an eye on my temperature.

That and every random little bodily function. I got scared for a minute today when I thought I was peeing blood, but luckily it might be coming from some other place. I will definitely let you know if it does turn out to be pee blood, because that is really something special.

Ok random question, since I go through my day contemplating the necessity of certain precautions. If you had cancer, what kinds of things would you stop doing? Would you stop wearing a seatbelt? Flossing? Wearing shower shoes?

smiling Brent :)

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  1. I like that bit of great news in there! And to answer your question, if I got cancer, I would quit caring about having "too many" cats...or rather, I wouldn't listen to Chris when he told me "no, you can not have any more cats." I would have all of the cats, and no one could stop me from that mission.

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  2. I'd like to keep flossing but punch more (scary jerks) and street harassers. Too much?

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  3. So great to see Brent!! I would double up on my seat belt, and get tooth implants so I don't have to floss. Though I do like extra wide floss, so I might miss flossing because it is so productive when you go extra wide.

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  4. Blow my 401k on cryptocurrencies. Play the odds. Maybe single-handedly kickstart the next big thing.

    Stop paying taxes in general?

    Eat Taco Bell for once

    Eat long pig for once



    Zzz

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