northsong

 As I have said in another post, that my brother has Cancer.  He does, but he doesn’t.  It is a long story, which I might tell you about in bits and pieces.  A good but also a bad story. 

If and when a person gets the diagnosis of Cancer, I have said this before, the person delivering the news to you, just proclaimed your death.  If you don’t die from it, or the post Cancer care, you will more likely die from the amount of stress it will cause in your life. 

My brother’s life is no acception to that rule.  Right now, after more than a year of finding out that Cancer was the lump the size of a golfball growing in his right tonsil, he was told he was Cancer free after almost dieing from the Chemo and Radiation treatments.  We should be having a GD party about it right now, but his journey isn’t over, it is cut short by this thing that still sits in his stomach. 

The GI tube or whatever the hell it’s called, that was meant to sustain his life while undergoing those treatments with this gooey sticky muck they call liquid food.  He was supposed to have it removed.  The man can’t eat.  His stomach got damaged somehow in one of the procedures used to install the tube.  I am so pissed, I can hardly bring myself to write about it.  In fact, I will stop here, because I REALLY WANT TO GRIPE ABOUT IT!!!

More Tomorrow…

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