Party people in the place to be, this is what you pay your money to see. The unfettered access to my medical journey, where you get news and insight before not just the general populace, but some of my family and friends as well. This post will be the first time I’m addressing the next leg of this cancer journey with anyone besides Sarah, John, and my doctors. It’s highly likely that I’ll be unpacking some emotions while typing (I don’t believe in editing), so bear with me. It’s not necessarily the heaviest of stuff, but it is significant. If you plunked down your hard-earned cash for this Substack and wondered “now why in the hell did I do that,” then I hope this post will justify your expenditure. If not, there’s absolutely no harm done if you decide to cancel. I’m not here to shake your pockets; I’m just here to cover some medical bills.
So, when I last updated, I was fresh out the hospital and in a weird place mentally. I didn’t yet feel great (or even good), but I knew that the engraftment of my stem cells would soon make me feel better. I truly hoped, yet didn’t believe, that I had received my Last Round of Chemo Ever.