"I’m dying."
"The lymphoma we’d thought we’d beaten into remission back in May came roaring back last month. We threw some really nasty chemo at it. The cancer ate it up and came back for more.
And so I’m going to die, and not in four or five months. I’ve got probably a couple of halfway decent weeks left. Then the lymphoma will take over my bloodstream and kill me.
I don’t have to die that quickly. I could undergo months of brutal and debilitating chemo that will leave me racked by pain and barely in control of what few senses I have.
The chemo itself could kill me. And even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have a single day when I’d feel even vaguely normal. I would then have to get a bone marrow transplant — if a match could be found. There’s about a 10 percent chance that I’d survive, and a smaller chance that I’d be cured."
Excerpts from the journal of one, more than your average ink stained wretch, Mike Celizec. Mike was an amazing wordsmith, quick with a humaphor, never short on opinion kat. He will be sorely missed, by me, and the minions who loved him!
Many of us here have battled with health issues, or been touched by someone like Mike. His words are well worth the read! Find them here...
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/38771115/ns/today-today_health/


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You had me tears, very touching. Thank you for sharing this.
Survived a major tech crash, but I'm back...
Mike was an incredible read, many of his words remind me of another of my faves on life, goes like this, "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"
— Hunter S. Thompson
Nary a friend, but readin' him for years I feel I know him...
You sound very wise, glad you found it interesting...
I am so very sorry that this adventure came to an end.
rated with love
I didn't know when I sent the PM.