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My dad emailed me and asked how I was doing. I shouldn't have mentioned that the abdominal pains I have had since March got very bad the Sunday before last, such that I could hardly bend to tie or untie my shoes. My doc told me it is the newly infected lymph node by my liver pushing against stuff in there that causes the pains. Now my dad wants me to come back to KC now and end my trip. I don't want to do that. I need to be away from all the doctors, nurses, needles, chemo, and all that mess. If I die before I return, so be it. I am not really expecting much out of whatever treatment I have in store next. A friend's wife back in KC said I should go to a doctor here and get methadone for the pains. Umm, last time I checked, I had cancer, not a heroin addiction... She was a surgeon in Croatia but she says some wild stuff. She also said I should get and smoke weed. Maybe I should just have a hooker bring me the methadone and weed, and a pizza, and we can make it a party.
With my luck, it would be a tranny, he would have brought Mentos instead of methadone, smoked the weed on the way and ate all the pizza.
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