Let's Get Ready To Rumble

I got invited to a fight. I don't much like to fight. But this time I better get over that and get ready to slug it out.

On Friday, July 13th, (gotta love that date) my oncologist diagnosed me with a cancer called Multiple Myeloma. It's a nasty little cousin to Leukemia and Lymphoma. If you want to know a little more about it, this website can help define it for you.

This cancer has no cure, but we can stomp it into remission. That's the goal. My kids and I talked it over, and they're with me all the way. My parents were with me that day, so they're up to speed too, and, as usual, behind me 100%.

I don't think it's going to be easy. I'm not kidding myself. This little devil messes with the bones, so I'll have to be a lot less clumsy. Don't want to break any more bones, thanks.

On July 19th I'll go in for a bone marrow biopsy, I guess to confirm and stage my cancer. I'll get more info from the oncologist once he has those results. I had a lot of dental work done this week so that my mouth is in good shape for the oncoming treatments.

I want this to be a very loud, public battle, because I want to show cancer who's boss. And I want you all to join the battle so maybe some other people can benefit. I figure if I win, other people will win too. I'm not a hero, I'm not a superman. I'm just a regular guy who is in the fight of his life. Let's let other people know they're not alone in their fights.

Let's kick some ass. :)

Thanks for reading.

NAILED IT!

OK I've figured out how to know exactly when someone has been abducted by aliens.

When someone calls you, and you miss the call, you typically call right back, no?

The phone rings, and rings and rings. And then goes to voicemail. You never hear from that person again.

They're gone.

Abducted.