Normally, I wouldn't even post this, but with the predominance of
trash on asc lately, one relevant post improves S/N.

I had my regular (3 mo) onc visit recently, and all is well.  No scan,
so no big deal, but it's still nice to be told I'm doing well.  Also,
my onc is one of the only people aside from my wife who says I look
"great".  I would say my beauty is on the inside, but my surgeon (and
even more my GE) assured me this just isn't so.  Now I just need to
find the time to bike more regularly, and lose some 20 lb of fat, gain
a few of muscle.  I want to be ready for the MS ride in June---if I'm
feeling up to it, I'll upgrade the 75 miles each way to 100, and get
in two century rides in one weekend.  That will surely confirm the
sentiment on the mug Rocky Mountain Cancer Centers gave me: something
like "Cancer: I confronted; I conquered; on with life."
Last Sunday, I biked 42* miles.  It felt great, though my feet and
legs hurt a little at the end.  Oddly, I was very nauseous the next
day.  It may have been more chemo after-effects, maybe a blood-sugar
thing, or maybe a bug I picked up, but it was gone after a few hours.
If chemo has had any lasting effect on me other than upping my
survival chances 30%, and some residual PN, I don't know what it is.
As many have written, chemo is vile poison with very unpleasant side-
effects, but if you're in the middle of it let me assure you that for
some of us at least, the unpleasantness is temporary.
Also, my treasured sports car of over 10 years was destroyed a few
weeks ago when someone ran a red light.  Nobody was hurt, and I
reassured the apologizing driver that it was OK, just an accident.  I
wonder if my brush with cancer helped my attitude---if I would have
been angry and confrontational had this happened before the cancer.
Anyway, I've now replaced it with an even nicer sports car, which I
plan to drive for the next 20 or 30 years, barring some accident that
leads me to upgrade again.  Fifty years from now, I expect to see my
cancer experience as being nominally longer and more unpleasant than
my recent wreck.  Distance provides perspective.

* my favorite number, a DNA (H2G2) thing, for those who are into that
sort of thing.

I intended this to be a short post.  Didn't work out that way.  If it
makes some laugh, or inspires some, then I'm glad I kept writing.
Keep fighting the good fight, and taking the side-shows for what
they're worth.

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CSM