Monthly Archives: January 2008

Fight and Energy

I’ve not really wanted to post lately. Call me selfish but after what I just went through I just didn’t have the energy or want.

I’ve started this post several times this morning. Each time I write it, I’m go back and delete it because it comes across as mean and crass and attacking. To be honest I just don’t have the energy. It’s energy that I need to fight cancer not fight with people.

I was told by a very wise woman seven years ago that I had only one fight to concentrate on and that was the fight for my life. To beat cancer.

I was doing that this last weak, fighting cancer. To wake up to see bickering here. I don’t have the energy. I started this page as an outlet for me and a place to share my long fight with this disease, so people could see what it’s really like not that Hollywood bullshit.

Remember also I’m not the only one fighting. The more you pull away the people who have chosen to be by my side or that I’ve chosen the less help they are able to give me.

I want to thank everyone who has been worried and have sent me best wishes. This fight is going to be hard on me. I don’t need or want distractions.

Numbers game

Cancer is nothing but a numbers game.  Like going to Vegas.

Well so far I have won.  My tumor counts dropped down a considerable amount and will continue to drop from what my Doctor tells me.

Wanted

Murphy’s head.

The first person to bring me Murphy’s head gets the reward.

You all know him.  He’s the one that makes life ohh so much fun.  The nursing staff here is fastidious about being clean and making sure our contact with other peoples illnesses are minimized.  I went to get an MRI and Murphy that son of a bitch got me.

Gave me a cold.

You go oh Jason it’s just a cold.  Well yeah a cold right when my white blood cell count is 0  a big whapping goose egg.  When a normal person has oooohh 22 thousand or  so.  Perfect timing on Murphy’s part.  So there is now a bounty out on that SOB’s head.

Defib goes pool side…

Not everyone has access to the finest hospitals with their “fancy defibrillatin’ machines”. Rednecks got to get their “jolts” through creativity.

Posted for Jason by the Monkey.

Yeah I’m alive barely but alive

Written by Bryan Narrated by Jason,I’m awake and going through a lot of tests.  And sleeping a lot.  I’m tired sore, beat up. Jason