Damn, sorry Pico.

I'm sorry that you have to face this. But I admire your attitude about it all.

What BigV, Clodfobble and glatt said. Hugs to you, Pico.


Sent by magic.

Fuck cancer.

Fuck cancer big time. Keep your chin up and stay in the game, Pico. It ain't over till it's over.

thanks everyone..

El, right. So Ill be a bit schizophrenic while doing it, I cant think of any other way.

You can sing, you can get fat; but, don't get fat and sing at the same time.

....and I be mean and bitchy just because I am.

NYE
 

Two years running, winter camping on NYE. Hiked and snowshoed, played some word games with the ladies, read some Thay, rested my brain and body. I'm pleased.

Looks chilly

Glad you had fun though.

Sorta brisk out. Thanks man, fun it was.

It is our experience that "they" verge on the pessimistic when the cancer or the specific occurrence of the cancer is rare and uncurable. They won't tell you because they have no idea, there isn't enough data, they don't want to give false hope. That doesn't mean there is no hope. So determine that you will create the data and it will be positive data for all who follow. You are in a fantastic position to be a ray of light for all who follow. It might get you in the end, and it might be sooner rather than later, but who knows what else was in store for you anyway? It's my unscientific and baseless opinion that predicted demises can be self fulfilling prophesies. Why do you need a deadline anyway? If you have something you want to do ....DO IT. Do it now. everyone should live by this maxim, cancer or no, IMO. Who knows when the next texting driver or nutter with a gun will hover too close to your orbit anyway? Carpe Diem. You got this.

/preach-scuseme-bitpassionateaboutthis

Yup, thanks.

The fact that I am still working on some things, is making it a real tough process. But, no, I wont give up.

This. If they estimate high, and the patient goes early, the family accuses the doctor of botching the treatment. If they estimate low, and the patient lives, hooray, they get to be a hero.

My uncle was told he had six months to live at the absolute most. He said something akin to "like hell I am," and instead he went into remission and lived half a dozen years before something unrelated happened to get him. Meanwhile my father-in-law was told patients with his kind of tumor lived between 14 months and 10 years. Weird place to put the lower estimate, we thought. But it was clear my father-in-law was fatalistic about the whole thing, and sure enough, he died exactly at 14 months. I'm certain he chose to, on one level or another.