Oh, and I also was prescribed chemo, but first the oatmeal.
To get ahead of the snowpocalypse, I drove to Hershey late Monday night and stayed at one of “the sweetest place on earth” finest hotels. I’m not going to give them free publicity, but it’s an Inn where you could stay for Days.
They have all the amenities I look for in lodging; a roof, a bed, an arcade.
I’ve stayed in many hotels where they offered breakfast. Usually, they feature a variety of cereals, fruit and maybe some “eggs” (always in quotes). Between the “make your own waffle” bar and the yogurt, I found paradise in a bowl.
It wasn’t just the oatmeal. I had unfettered access to the most resplendent raisins and after a quick swirl of the nearby brown sugar with one of the finest plastic spoons in the travel industry, I had a very sublime food experience.
Let the record show, my day peaked at 8:47 a.m.
After an uneventful MRI, my sister and I talked with my Hershey oncologist and he basically echoed the same news we heard at our most recent NIH visit.
My cancer is back and chemo is coming along for the ride.
For the next 8 weeks, I will take a pill which has a warning label that clearly states, “please wear gloves while handling this medicine”.
After 2 months, I will have an MRI to see the results of the oral chemotherapy. If my scan shows progress, I will do 8 more weeks, just to stomp on it a little more.
If my scan doesn’t show significant positive process, it’s another 8 weeks of chemo, another scan, another review…
…lather, rinse, repeat.
Best case scenario: 4 months
At least we will always have the oatmeal.