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Friday and Saturday were wonderful days. Ex-wife, Son and Daughter In-Law made it down safely, spent both days all together...lots'o stories and laughter. :)

Well...there is an upside to this. Tomorrow my son and his mom are driving down from Chicago to visit one last time. I told'em not to, with covid 19 and all....but, I was basically told to perform a certain sexual act upon myself that I'm pretty sure ain't possible.

After doing a couple weeks with some rather intense pain, finally broke down and let the Doc give me some meds. Also did another scan and the cancer has vigorously exploded. After some honest jawboning and just a little arm twisting, Doc finally gave me his best educated time frame. Seems I have...

66 year old teenager :D

Well, the hits just keep on comin'. PET shows cancerous growths in both lobes of the liver. I go in next Wednesday for biopsy to find exactly how bad. **** me! I REALLY wanted to be around to see Dimwit Donnie out on his orange ass.

I've a roof over my head and food in ma gullet. Spring has sprung and everything is green....life is alright :D

Actually, I've put on a couple pounds. Not meals per se....I kinda graze throughout the day. Feeling stronger etc. Some days me midsection hurts like a mother....but, I can usually kinda think that away. Haven't had to resort to the drugs but a couple times. :)

Please, don't tempt me. I'm sure I could find my old 7mm Mag with 4x Leupold scope ;)

Did my follow up CT scan yesterday...stomach cancer is history. Onliest problem is there now looks to be a liver problem. Gotta schedule PET scan and biopsy....of course, with Covid 19 ongoing, not sure when these will be able to be done.

Lysol? Clorox? Intense UV? WTF!

Can I have some'o that cookie now? Please

Something to read and cogitate on. https://forge.medium.com/prepare-for-the-ultimate-gaslighting-6a8ce3f0a0e0

DON'T PANIC ......... 42

Com'on Dannyboy...we all KNOW this is all Obama's fault, right? And...what about those emails???? ;)

I got a lil' boost today. Sittin' and just listening to it raining like a cow pissin' on a flat rock. I hear a knock on my apartment door...I open it up. Standing out in that rain is a young lady who asks me if I need food....she and three others were checking each and every apt. There is still...

Meh....beat cancer, I'll weather this as well. Gotta last at least long enough to boot Der Führer Trump out on his ass :cool:

You know who doesn't have problems? Dead folks......I'll deal with problems for a bit as yet :D

I'm workin' on gettin' some meat on my bones....as little stomach as I have left, it ain't easy. I've always been thin, had tried weight gain....it never really worked. Since I was 17 I had never been over 175 lbs and never under 165 lbs.

Finished up that post-op chemo (that was miserable), after a short bit did some scans. When I went the next day to confer with the oncologist......remission :) At this point in time, I am cancer free. We will be doing scans every three months or so for a while, but I'm good.

Cloasters...I did mention earlier how I looked like I'd been liberated from a camp ;) Been home 4 days...only in hospital 5. I'm gonna have to ask my cutter what that 'lil curly-q around the bellybutton is about.