Cuck Fancer

Day 1: Infusion Room¬¬

So I woke up at 6 30 from only 3 hours of sleep. What did you expect? A full night of rest before a day of unexpected craziness? I took a nice long shower and washed my hair nice and long…because as we all know, what was once the Jew fro or the beautiful GQ cut will be more like Dr. Evil BALD cut. So I went this morning and shaved it…and let me tell you guys I am the Jewish Mr. Clean, I am the ultimate bald 18 year old, it’s weird. I guess I took for granted my hair, because damn it keeps you warm. But beanies look good, more normal looking than not. I wonder if I will keep my facial hair? The manliness of me must stay alive throughout all of this. So after I cut my hair I went to the doctors…or as we say the INFUSION ROOM. They said “keep your back straight, this needle needs your resistance.” They were sticking the needle in my port. (Most of you know, but the port is where I am going to receive my chemo and where I will get my blood drawn every Thursday). Well they missed; the port is “positional.” How lame…a lot of pain, but I sucked it up and did it again. The chemo went pretty well. I didn’t really see anybody although there were many people in there, which is probably to my benefit. I have an outlet, with my laptop, and a funny nurse where we can talk about how crazy Heidi Montag and Britney Spears are. Or maybe how wack Ryan Sheckler’s dads’ girlfriend is. So after a pretty good four in a half hour chemo treatment (I know kind of oxymoronic) I came home and crashed. Two hours GONE! I woke up kind of nauseas and lightheaded: but those are mild side effects to ones that could be occurring. I feel like a camel in the Sahara desert: I’m that thirsty! But once again that is normal. That is all for now. I will be going back in next Thursday to get my blood drawn to see if my white blood count is up, if it is…I expect to see all of you ☺. Well at your leisure. Then in 2 weeks…we do it again. For 8 months. My intention is to get this email to everybody so if you know somebody that I didn’t email this to, please forward it to them, and all of you are welcome to email me back, or call, or visit.

Be positive and raise your glass to kicking Hodgkin’s in the ass

With love,
Ben aka Romeo

P.S. Fuck Cancer (See Photo)