FCKuCANCER.

so, let’s talk some more about my doctor’s appointment from this morning. i was responding to a comment and decided it probably should have it’s own dedicated post. so here is the comment:

…In my opinion how they attack the cancer should be based on your situation and not some national norm…

so, i think both things can be true at once. i realize that standardized care guidelines are there for a reason. and i understand the importance of them. it’s a trust thing. it helps you as a patient trust that your doctors know wtf they are doing. i also understand that cancer is fluid. i know this first hand, as mine went from being a possible stage 2a to 4 literally overnight. so yeah, shit can and often does change.

in all honesty, i probably wouldn’t have taken issue with the change in treatment plan had it been broached differently.

remember when nessa brought dabness brickey home?

fast-forward to 1:16. you can stop at 3:32.

vanessa is my doctor, and dabness is my new treatment plan. i am both cliff and claire.

everything, even cancer treatment plans, is in the presentation. god is in the details.

what i am saying is this… if things are really as she said this morning. and this plan was going to be the way to go because the cancer is in my bones, and had nothing to do with thecovid, she has had since june 18th to tell me about this new route. instead, i get told on july 10th. the friday before the next round of chemo was to begin.

she. brought. me. my. new. treatment. plan. on. a. garbage. can. lid.

and this is not a tv sitcom that can be easily wrapped in thirty minutes. this is my body. this is my life. i don’t get afforded too many second chances.

what i’mma do now. it’s all fucked up now…cue the puffy victory outro