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Update On My Cancer Diagnosis

 WARNING! This post contains a photo of my neighbor bathing nude. This may be inappropriate for some viewers. Discretion is advised.

Doctor's Report;

As I've previously posted, I have bladder cancer. After numerous doctor visits and seemingly no end to imaging, I can report what we will do about it.

First, I will go through radiation treatments. Starting next Wednesday, I will receive a daily dose of increasing power to be administered Monday through Friday until August 3. Because the cancer has spread to the lymph nodes in the pelvis, It's unlikely to get rid of all of the cancer.

After a break and more imaging, I will receive three treatments of an immunotherapy drug. This is not Chemotherapy in the sense that we are not searching for whole-body effects but targeting cancer in the bladder. Right now, no cancer is seen in any area of my body except in the bladder.

We are likely to see the cancer in remission at this point. Although I may have to continue immunotherapy to keep it in remission. I remain optimistic that I will have many more years of high-quality life.

I thank everyone who has reached out with concern and best wishes. My mantra is that I will get through this with the help of my friends, and I count each one of you as a friend.

On the Easel:

Overlooking the River
Pastel 9 x 12



The View From My Window:

My neighbor bathing in the nude




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  1. Sounds like a good plan. Glad you're sharing this with your community. These connections to all the people who love predispose the best out come. Family love.

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