Hahahahahahaha, yeah pc of shit I am.....

Yeah, I'd like to keep it all light and fluffy friends (or enemies), but much as I say, "the truth will out," it isn't gonna save me the trouble of being the Bad Guy. Yeah, I smoke some weed, and I drink some drink, sometimes herbal tea just isn't gonna do it. Watch while the mystery flu makes it's rounds... and do I believe that's all it is? No, but I'd just hear about metaphorical bananas, have another banana folks, yeah, and a tuna sandwich!

Yeah, I have survived Mantle Cell Lymphoma, was Stage 4 when I went in. Hope? I didn't even know I was "sick," oh I'd had walking pneumonia the week Fukushima went off, so I probably got fallout fried during my daily walks of recovery and all the summer weeks of work I was doing, and I had started at the gym the early spring I found the lump. By the time all the diagnostic steps were taken to identify the exact type, it had grown and spread through my organs and lymphatic system. There were 3 recipes I could choose from, it was up to me. Oh, I had 0 assets, nada, nuthin, I was homeless and destitute. Nothing like nothing to lose but your life. Guess you could say I wasn't paying attention, but isn't that the way?

So I had a genetic tendency? Not from my family, not THAT kind anyway... but who would even believe that being born in the Bay Area of California would be risky... at that time (post war years), people were getting jobs and having babies. Hmmmm, that was the year of Bikini Atoll... naaaa that couldn't have- (My grandmother died of cancer -spinal myleoma?- and her sisters all of the same... my aunt of bone cancer metastasized, and on and on, friends who should have outlived me)... 

Boy do I love salmon, just like the Orca, is like chocolate- yum yum. No I didn't lose my hippie-ass hair, or the beard I could never grow before, because I chose the right recipe, but it might have been the wrong one and let the cancer live. Fate, following my instinct and the unconscious advise of a few human angels I SKIPPED the stem-cell transplant routine. Well, that DR. said I didn't have to, in fact it was BETTER if I didn't do it.      So, the odds they give me are 5/50 - like those? It means 50% of those who receive treatment (traditional treatment R-chop and a SCT) live up to 5 years. Well, I took the other treatment and skipped the sct so... I may live longer? Who knows, but the sad part is that it won't really matter. Sound "fatalistic?" Hey - we're all gonna die, right? Just a matter of when and how....

How, or why. That all gets mixed up in the accumulated conglomerate, like a red tide of noxious nucleic isotopes that can't be singled out of the firing squad, there is no way to single out the smoking gun. Still it won't matter, there is no safe place to run. Live your life. Enjoy what you have if you have it. Enjoy what you do if you do it, because it will all be gone. If the real truth is as bad as my early childhood studies of nuclear physics tells me... well, kids it's been.... life.

(to be continued)