I have been very reluctant to post this as the news ain't good and I don't want to e a Debbie Downer here on the eve of football season but I figure this season will be enough of a downer so what the heck. The first four or five days after my first chemo everything went well, so well I thought this was going to be easy. then things started going downhill. Nausea, vomiting and diarrhea, so much so that i was admitted to the hospital twice to have fluids and nutrients replaced. The second time they cut me open because the stent that had been previously installed to keep my pancreatic bile duct open had shifted and now was mostly closed. They were also planning on removing the cancer.surgically. They got the stent thing fixed but the other stuff didn't happen. They also discovered the cancer had migrated to my liver. Simply put there is nothing they can do, I'm in the hands of divine intervention now. So they have sent me home to hospice care. I'm not here for a pity parade or anything like that, just keeping you good folks updated and willing to answer any questions you may have and listen to any advice/sarcasm/smartassedness you may have. I've had a good life and have no regrets. Just hope I make it to baseball season as that is the only sport I have any iota of optimism in for this upcoming year. I ain't gone yet so until them 'GO DAWGS!'
