QUOTE (Dead Billy @ May 19 2009, 02:59 PM)

You ain't planning on boarding right into oblivion are you, Coolrock?
Actually, I was hoping to give a daily report from Hell.
Eh, ya know, as long as I got the time and strength I will probably check in now and then. Actually, I got a lot more free time all of the sudden. Besides, this place is part of my morning ritual. I don't always post, but I skim it over every morning unless I'm traveling, no shit.
I went to the oncologist today. I liked him; seems like a mensch. I don't really feel like going through the whole thing; I'll just copy and paste part of an email I sent to some friends:
Onky Visit 5/19
Bad news:
I have pancreatic cancer, which has a horseshit recovery rate (about 5.5%).
It has moved into my liver, which is not good.
It is presently considered, (without a 2nd opinion, which I plan on getting) inoperable.
If nothing gets better, I have 9-12 months to live, so I'm having second thoughts about renewing my licence plates.
Good news:
Dr K believes that quality of life is first priority. I concur.
I'm going to start taking the chemo drugs in about a week, after investigating some alternative crapola, and taking a few days at a client's beach house in South Haven Michigan. It is medicines that are not particularly hard on the body, like not so much with the baldness, sunken eyes and puking; more like a little fatigue and a rash. He also said that if it isn't working, we'll just stop.
I can do clinical research participation, and he says that there are a couple of new, "very promising" drugs that are coming out in the next couple of months.
If the chemo drugs work, and the tumor can be shrunk a bit, then surgery is possible, and probably will be performed. Maybe they'll get the whole thing. You folks may end up be stuck with me for a few more years, after all.
He already gave me a scrip for some pain meds; straight hydrocodone (fuck the tylenol, liver-killing bastard). Naturally, I had to try it to make sure it works. Now I have a compelling urge to listen to Miles Davis. Gotta be careful not to take it too often; it will lose its effectiveness for some real pain, which undoubtedly is coming down the tracks.
But it's good to know he's not one of those dickheads that wants to give you ibuprofen when you're writhing in agony.
In a worst-case scenario, he said it is not a particularly painful death, although at that point I suspect I'll be main-lining morphine. I may, in fact, be able to make it through the entire John Coltrane "Ascension" album.
All in all, it was a rather encouraging meeting. I know my wife felt better, and she's got more sense than I will ever have.
Believe me, kids, I'm going to do everything in my power to beat this summabitch. I've told a couple of yuz the "falcon story", but I will repeat it:
Mrs. Coolrock and I had just returned from getting the bad news diagnosis last Thursday, and we were sitting in the back yard blubbering. Out of nowhere, this falcon flies in and perches in the crab-apple tree right in front of us (I've never seen a falcon before in our yard, btw). He kinda gave me the silent "hey", and then he flew away. Weird. Later on, I looked up in Wikipedia what the symbolism of a falcon was. Well, two of the things it represents are Hope and Victory. Not too shabby.
Good thing it wasn't a crow.