I am posting today because I know some of you are curious about the results of the Sloan-Kettering re-test of my slides.
The results are in and as much as I would have liked them to say — “Damn who made this diagnosis?” “Whoever it was had their head firmly up their…….” — that ain’t the case. The report letter is very short and the statement is that it confirms the original diagnosis. It does possess, for a small letter, a large number of technical references and numbers. Luckily, in our immediate sphere of friends we have no shortage of Dr.’s to whom we can fax this and get some common language interpretation.
How do I feel? I feel like I don’t have to re-fortify. For the past few weeks I have been digging in my heels by researching, reading and preparing to fight Adenocarcinoma. I’ve been reading Bernie Siegal; I have found out, to my joy, that my therapist, someone who has been privy to my deepest insecurities, fears and joys over the last 3 years is a Bernie Siegal fan — on Tuesday he gave me a great healing visualization; my good friend has hooked me up with a very wonderful, and I believe very powerful, cranial-sacral therapist; I’ve learned more in the last three weeks about nutrition (especially on what to eat to battle cancer) than I had in the entire previous 3,117 weeks of my life. . What if the re-test had come back as jungle rot or some desert fever? Re-directing ones energy, especially radically doing it in order to survive is difficult and honestly is something I’m glad I didn’t have to do again. I’m glad to know my opponent.
This is the second life threatening fight I’ve had in 60 years. I won the first one, I’m gonna win this one.
Tate/Greg/Uncle Greg/Uncle HAM/U.G.