Cuck Fancer

2 weeks down….32 more to go. Ha trust me, it isn’t that bad. If these
past 2 weeks are any indication of what I have to go through this shit
isn’t going to be half what I thought. After chemo I woke up nauseous
on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday but with heavy anti-nausea drugs I was
out partying that night; no joke.  I don’t know, maybe come 2 or 3
more cycles the drugs might hit me harder, but for now I will take
what I can get. I woke up Monday feeling so much better. I was eating,
consistently, which as we all know made my mom the happiest Jewish
mother alive. The week didn’t go by to slow, I remember just writing
to everybody last Thursday. I have picked up a few things to make the
time go by. Like T.V., and uh T.V., and…sleep…and T.V. Just playin.
There is a book or two somewhere in there. I went to the doctor today
and my white blood count is way up, partly because of the daily
injections I take after chemo for 7 days, but mostly because I am
healthy, and my hemoglobin (red) count is much higher as well. WOO
HOO, that is music to my ears. So for now, this week, I get to live a
normal life, putting this cancer way in the back of my mind. If
everything goes accordingly I am going to register at pierce in the
spring and take some courses so I wont fall too far behind. That will
be pretty cool, I guess. Couple classes online, some at the school, it
will work out. I have to come to realize a lot of different aspects to
life. I am so fortunate to have the support that I have. If every
cancer patient had one tenth what I have they’d be chillin like I am.
Every time you guys call, text, email, visit, it means so much to me
and I can’t stress that enough. Lets keep it up, like I said only 32
more weeks to go.  Because of all the support I have I am going to try
to raise money for the lymphoma society. I am going to custom make
lance Armstrong bracelets, but with my own saying. I mean I can go the
simple route and come up with a word like STRENGTH, or POSITIVITY, but
it might be more interesting to come up with my own saying such as
F@!# Cancer, or the Jewish Mr. Clean. Tell me what you guys think. So
far, the Jewish Mr. clean is looking pretty good. I love this
baldness. The beautiful round shape of my head brings such confidence
to my look. Not to be arrogant, but come on, throw a cancer patient a
bone. One more thing: I have been trying new looks, tell me what you
think. There is Rastafarian Ben, Thug Ben, Tiger Ben, and Disco Ben.

Thanks for the support guys, I love all of you.

The Jewish Mr. Clean

P.S. Fuck Cancer