I missed my radiation treatment last night, I was sitting on the patio with my neighbour shooting the shit… At ten to eleven she said “oh, your appointment?” Well fuck.

So I texted and he said no worries I was wondering where you were. It was rescheduled for tonight.

At 3am my phone rings, my ring tone is the Imperial March, woke me up. They want me to come in now. At 3 fucking a fucking m. Sure.

So I drive the 70 some kilometers and have my session.

Afterwards an oncologist looks at the MRI and says your head is empty of tumors. Without missing a beat, he adds that it’s just empty. Ha. Ha. Ha. He actually laughed like that. LOL.

He said your oncologist will be back Thursday, if he doesn’t agree with me, he and I will be fighting in a steel cage match.

So, that’s great news. I’m finished.