So, my path report is in, and I have seen ½ of it. I am trying to get the rest of it, but things medical seem to move very slowly. One might think that with all of the “life and death” stuff going on there would be a sense of urgency, but that does not seem to be the case.
Anyway, according to the Doc., the report merely confirms what he already knew..... the same cancer that was in my bladder, in both kidneys.
The plan is to attack the cancer with drugs, and then remove both kidneys. Yup you heard right, REMOVE BOTH KIDNEYS!!!!! First my bladder, then my belly button, and now my kidneys. Where will it end?
The chemo is to go after any cancer cells that may be wandering around my body looking for a place to settle in and raise a family. After the kidneys come out, no more chemo possible, so it is kind of a “last chance” weapon deployment. So, after chemo, and after we deport the kidneys for allowing this nasty disease to infiltrate my personal borders, we are out of ammo. If my cancer survives these measures, then it wins.
If I win this round, then I am on to “life on dialysis”. Pretty grim, but still “life”. If I survive 2 years without the return of cancer, then possibly a transplant.
I have an appointment with the oncologist on the 21st. I am trying to move this up, but am not having much luck. All of the information exists, all of the tests are done..... the only thing necessary to begin treatment is for the doc to prescribe treatment. It seems a dangerous and unnecessary waste of time to wait 2 weeks. I mean, we just punched holes into my kidneys, and disturbed the cancer..... certainly enough to make it angry and want to find new digs.
In any event, the path is clear, just waiting for the system.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Update
The latest update:
I went into the hospital for the biopsy of my kidneys, which was successful, and gave us samples of the suspect tissues.
I got out of the hospital on Fri. The 31st, and am just now drug free enough to send out an update. The news is not good..... cancer in both kidneys.
Best case, chemo, then remove both kidneys, then dialysis for two years, then a possible transplant. Must be cancer free for two years before possible transplant.
Worst case, chemo, then remove both kidneys, dialysis, cancer returns, not survivable.
It will take 5 to 7 days to get the pathology report which is necessary to choose a chemo regime.
Dialysis would be 3 times a week at some facility, or every night at home..... anyone interested can google it.
I went into the hospital for the biopsy of my kidneys, which was successful, and gave us samples of the suspect tissues.
I got out of the hospital on Fri. The 31st, and am just now drug free enough to send out an update. The news is not good..... cancer in both kidneys.
Best case, chemo, then remove both kidneys, then dialysis for two years, then a possible transplant. Must be cancer free for two years before possible transplant.
Worst case, chemo, then remove both kidneys, dialysis, cancer returns, not survivable.
It will take 5 to 7 days to get the pathology report which is necessary to choose a chemo regime.
Dialysis would be 3 times a week at some facility, or every night at home..... anyone interested can google it.
The blog I never wanted to post
Jan 20, 2014
Disclaimer:
This blog is to inform my family and friends of my medical issues, therefore allowing me to avoid telling the same depressing story over and over. This blog is not for the squeamish or faint of heart, as it goes into some detail regarding the barbaric nature of the diagnosis and treatment of urinary tract disease. If history is any indicator, some humor, and other side issues may sneak into mix, but they are certainly not the main objective.
OK, so I stopped publishing blogs because there was no medical info disseminate, I wasn’t traveling, and nothing noteworthy in my life. Guess that I could have written “At home, nothing to report”.
On Oct. 12, I was going to update everyone that I was 4 years since my bladder removal operation, and “no evidence of disease”’ (insert happy dance here) but decided to wait until my yearly ct scan which was to be in Dec. At the end of Oct., I was shocked to find blood in my urine, or a better description.... Lots of blood with a little urine mixed in.
Blood in the urine is never a good sign, so off to the urologist for a Ct scan, and what I used to call a “poke and peek”..... an uncomfortable and humiliating procedure if ever there was, where the Doc. runs a camera up into the bladder. So, the look into my bladder found nothing wrong, but the scan showed something “going on” in my kidney..... Not to worry, might just be an infection, however the blood and urine tests didn’t indicate any infection. Just in case, 3 weeks of antibiotic, and 3 week rest, and another Ct scan. Still something in the kidney.... so off to another doctor for a super “poke and peek” where he goes through the bladder and up into the kidney.
The attempt to snake tools up through my urinary plumbing, and into my kidneys, was a failure. Apparently, my rebuilt bladder is not navigable . The good news.... I was asleep for the attempt..... The bad news..... my urinary plumbing is now punishing me for allowing such a vicious violation. The worse news, there is something in both of my kidneys.
The next attempt will be to install tubes through my back, and into my kidneys. Then take samples out through the tubes. One doc does the tubes, and another collects the sample... talk about specialization. The down side, and of course there is always a down side, is that poking holes in my kidneys can allow runaway cancer cells out into the rest of me. The Doc. thinks that my right kidney might be blocked, so he will also install a stent into the ureter.
There really seems to be no other choice. The scans show something going on in each of my kidneys.... “thickening of the lining”.... same type of cells that line the bladder. If it is cancer, which is 80% likely, the answer for one kidney, is chemo, to prevent spread, then remove the affected organ. For both kidneys, they want to try to cure the cancer with chemo, and if unsuccessful, remove both kidneys. I shudder to think of life with no kidneys. Dialysis for 2 years, and, only then, a waiting list for a transplant????? Or maybe the Obama “pain pill”. Yikes, this is getting pretty grim.
Anyway, I am trying to move the diagnostic process forward, but am up against the dozens of things that cause things to take too much time.
I will keep you all posted.
Disclaimer:
This blog is to inform my family and friends of my medical issues, therefore allowing me to avoid telling the same depressing story over and over. This blog is not for the squeamish or faint of heart, as it goes into some detail regarding the barbaric nature of the diagnosis and treatment of urinary tract disease. If history is any indicator, some humor, and other side issues may sneak into mix, but they are certainly not the main objective.
OK, so I stopped publishing blogs because there was no medical info disseminate, I wasn’t traveling, and nothing noteworthy in my life. Guess that I could have written “At home, nothing to report”.
On Oct. 12, I was going to update everyone that I was 4 years since my bladder removal operation, and “no evidence of disease”’ (insert happy dance here) but decided to wait until my yearly ct scan which was to be in Dec. At the end of Oct., I was shocked to find blood in my urine, or a better description.... Lots of blood with a little urine mixed in.
Blood in the urine is never a good sign, so off to the urologist for a Ct scan, and what I used to call a “poke and peek”..... an uncomfortable and humiliating procedure if ever there was, where the Doc. runs a camera up into the bladder. So, the look into my bladder found nothing wrong, but the scan showed something “going on” in my kidney..... Not to worry, might just be an infection, however the blood and urine tests didn’t indicate any infection. Just in case, 3 weeks of antibiotic, and 3 week rest, and another Ct scan. Still something in the kidney.... so off to another doctor for a super “poke and peek” where he goes through the bladder and up into the kidney.
The attempt to snake tools up through my urinary plumbing, and into my kidneys, was a failure. Apparently, my rebuilt bladder is not navigable . The good news.... I was asleep for the attempt..... The bad news..... my urinary plumbing is now punishing me for allowing such a vicious violation. The worse news, there is something in both of my kidneys.
The next attempt will be to install tubes through my back, and into my kidneys. Then take samples out through the tubes. One doc does the tubes, and another collects the sample... talk about specialization. The down side, and of course there is always a down side, is that poking holes in my kidneys can allow runaway cancer cells out into the rest of me. The Doc. thinks that my right kidney might be blocked, so he will also install a stent into the ureter.
There really seems to be no other choice. The scans show something going on in each of my kidneys.... “thickening of the lining”.... same type of cells that line the bladder. If it is cancer, which is 80% likely, the answer for one kidney, is chemo, to prevent spread, then remove the affected organ. For both kidneys, they want to try to cure the cancer with chemo, and if unsuccessful, remove both kidneys. I shudder to think of life with no kidneys. Dialysis for 2 years, and, only then, a waiting list for a transplant????? Or maybe the Obama “pain pill”. Yikes, this is getting pretty grim.
Anyway, I am trying to move the diagnostic process forward, but am up against the dozens of things that cause things to take too much time.
I will keep you all posted.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Dec. 26, 2012
OK, right to the point...... The CT scan says..... ALL CLEAR. I still have unidentified left hip pain that will need to be dealt with.... sorry, with which I will need to deal. At this point, I am now 3 years NED (no evidence of disease).... This, is the very best news possible.
My shoulder is making good progress. I have been very careful, well ok, as careful as I could manage, and so far have had no further injury. I am told to be very careful for the next 3 months, and careful for the following 6 months. It has already been over a year from the date of the injury, and I should be done with this by next September. I do not recommend that anyone follow my example regarding this kind of situation.
I had a good Christmas, lots of good friends, food, and fellowship. Karen and I are planning to spend the new year with some friends at Joshua Tree National Park, Jumbo Boulders campground. The name is either redundant or these are some very huge rocks. This will mean at least 2 days getting the old girl ready to travel..... Meaning the motorhome, not Karen. These short trips are necessary to keep the motorhoome functional and reliable. Allow them to set too long, and nothing works, kind of a use it or lose it scenario. You boat owners know what I am talking about.
The years are flying by, best wishes to all of my friends and family.
My shoulder is making good progress. I have been very careful, well ok, as careful as I could manage, and so far have had no further injury. I am told to be very careful for the next 3 months, and careful for the following 6 months. It has already been over a year from the date of the injury, and I should be done with this by next September. I do not recommend that anyone follow my example regarding this kind of situation.
I had a good Christmas, lots of good friends, food, and fellowship. Karen and I are planning to spend the new year with some friends at Joshua Tree National Park, Jumbo Boulders campground. The name is either redundant or these are some very huge rocks. This will mean at least 2 days getting the old girl ready to travel..... Meaning the motorhome, not Karen. These short trips are necessary to keep the motorhoome functional and reliable. Allow them to set too long, and nothing works, kind of a use it or lose it scenario. You boat owners know what I am talking about.
The years are flying by, best wishes to all of my friends and family.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Dec. 3, 2012
Once again I have allowed my blog to fall behind the events in my life. I haven’t had any, and I mean any, energy for the last 6 months. Every day seemed endless, and I was unmotivated and tired from morning until night. Of course, I berate myself for not getting more done, and fall into a depression. Now it seems to make sense..... my normal “anesthesia hangover”. This happens to me every time, and every time, I can’t figure it out until I feel better. Oh well. At least I am consistent. LOL
During my absence from this blog, an important anniversary has passed..... Oct. 12 my neo bladder had its 3rd birthday. I am happy to report that there is nothing to report. My youngest organ is doing its job without complaint.
The next big cancer thing is..... (and there always seems to be a “next big thing”).... My yearly cancer scan. Dec. 20 I present myself to the health care system for a serious cancer search. I am hoping that they find nothing. Scan anxiety (scanxiety??) Is setting in.
Shoulder update...... next Wednesday I would have completed my 10 weeks with my arm in a sling. Actually, I gave myself a few days off for good behavior, and stopped wearing the sling last Thursday. Physical therapy just started last week...... only passive arm movement for now. The doc says I will need to be careful for 6 months, and can expect full use in one year. I will see him again on Tuesday, and hope for good news. It is hard to believe that a simple fall could take this large of a bite out of my life. I will once again endeavor to go with the half full philosophy.
In any event, I have spent the last 6 weeks doing about 10 days worth of work on an apartment that came vacant at exactly the wrong time..... I am sure that you have heard of the “one handed paper hanger”, well, I discovered that a one handed painter is not much more efficient.
The good news is...... last Thursday, I woke up with some energy. I was a bit shocked and scared. At first I was unable to identify the feeling, and felt that something was terribly wrong. I tried laying down for a bit, but kept having the urge to get up and do something. It took a while, but eventually I realized that this feeling was somewhat familiar. My brain started churning, and I found myself actually doing things that didn’t have to be done.
Winter is approaching, and I think that I have reduced the possibility of snow to near zero. I found my snow boots, and put snow chains in both the car and truck. Tomorrow I will locate my snow shovel, thus securing a mild winter.
During my absence from this blog, an important anniversary has passed..... Oct. 12 my neo bladder had its 3rd birthday. I am happy to report that there is nothing to report. My youngest organ is doing its job without complaint.
The next big cancer thing is..... (and there always seems to be a “next big thing”).... My yearly cancer scan. Dec. 20 I present myself to the health care system for a serious cancer search. I am hoping that they find nothing. Scan anxiety (scanxiety??) Is setting in.
Shoulder update...... next Wednesday I would have completed my 10 weeks with my arm in a sling. Actually, I gave myself a few days off for good behavior, and stopped wearing the sling last Thursday. Physical therapy just started last week...... only passive arm movement for now. The doc says I will need to be careful for 6 months, and can expect full use in one year. I will see him again on Tuesday, and hope for good news. It is hard to believe that a simple fall could take this large of a bite out of my life. I will once again endeavor to go with the half full philosophy.
In any event, I have spent the last 6 weeks doing about 10 days worth of work on an apartment that came vacant at exactly the wrong time..... I am sure that you have heard of the “one handed paper hanger”, well, I discovered that a one handed painter is not much more efficient.
The good news is...... last Thursday, I woke up with some energy. I was a bit shocked and scared. At first I was unable to identify the feeling, and felt that something was terribly wrong. I tried laying down for a bit, but kept having the urge to get up and do something. It took a while, but eventually I realized that this feeling was somewhat familiar. My brain started churning, and I found myself actually doing things that didn’t have to be done.
Winter is approaching, and I think that I have reduced the possibility of snow to near zero. I found my snow boots, and put snow chains in both the car and truck. Tomorrow I will locate my snow shovel, thus securing a mild winter.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Oct. 5
Hi all, Still kind of one handed, but not many other things that I can do.
I met with the doctor last Tues, and came away with some information, and many questions. I love that my doctor is usually on time with appointments, but seems to short change the Q&A segment. In addition, I realize that they don’t get paid much from Medicare, so must see lots of patients to have the math work out. Actually, I am somewhat surprised that these “top of their field” doctors are willing to see me at all.
Anyway, it is not that he leaves before I can ask another question, but seems to be gone before I can process his answers. Here is a thought, maybe he is not particularly fast, but that I am getting slow...... seems like the more likely explanation.
Back to the main point.... medical information. The doc says that some of the original tear had healed, and some of it had torn again, and that I had an additional tear of the bicep tendon. OK, seems simple enough, but somehow brings up more questions. Did I really tear a tendon opening a jar of pickles? If so, I am now stronger than my connective tissues. Yikes..... while strong is generally considered good, that..... is not a good thing. Must I now put some kind of governor on my activities.... already limited in what I can lift, but now only 80% effort????? AT ANYTHING?????
Anyway, he certainly did more stuff than the first time. OK, I don’t know that for sure, but the evidence points that way. 5 small holes, same as before, but 2 are in completely different places than before. Also, there is an incision, about 3-4 inches long, from my arm pit up towards my shoulder. And.... this time, much more pain. Did I say much more? I meant \\\\\ MUCH MORE PAIN/////. Last time, my “happy juice” device kept me content set at 4-6... This time even settings of 12-14 were not nearly enough, and it ran out of juice much quicker. I gobbled up the maximum number (ok, maybe a few more..... prescriptions are always a bit on the safe side) of narcotic pain pills, and still nearly ended up back at the hospital. This went on for days.... I nearly had to threaten the pharmacists to give me the refill after only a couple of days.
The last bit of evidence is.... this time, longer in the sling, (don’t know how long) and 6 weeks before any physical therapy. I recognize that this may be the doc is just being extra careful because of the initial failed repair.
I will be seeing the doc again on Tues, and will try to gain some useful information.
By the length of this post, I am thinking that my brain is beginning to function again. I am at least able to focus on a project long enough to finish it. Thanks to any of you who managed to read the whole thing.
I met with the doctor last Tues, and came away with some information, and many questions. I love that my doctor is usually on time with appointments, but seems to short change the Q&A segment. In addition, I realize that they don’t get paid much from Medicare, so must see lots of patients to have the math work out. Actually, I am somewhat surprised that these “top of their field” doctors are willing to see me at all.
Anyway, it is not that he leaves before I can ask another question, but seems to be gone before I can process his answers. Here is a thought, maybe he is not particularly fast, but that I am getting slow...... seems like the more likely explanation.
Back to the main point.... medical information. The doc says that some of the original tear had healed, and some of it had torn again, and that I had an additional tear of the bicep tendon. OK, seems simple enough, but somehow brings up more questions. Did I really tear a tendon opening a jar of pickles? If so, I am now stronger than my connective tissues. Yikes..... while strong is generally considered good, that..... is not a good thing. Must I now put some kind of governor on my activities.... already limited in what I can lift, but now only 80% effort????? AT ANYTHING?????
Anyway, he certainly did more stuff than the first time. OK, I don’t know that for sure, but the evidence points that way. 5 small holes, same as before, but 2 are in completely different places than before. Also, there is an incision, about 3-4 inches long, from my arm pit up towards my shoulder. And.... this time, much more pain. Did I say much more? I meant \\\\\ MUCH MORE PAIN/////. Last time, my “happy juice” device kept me content set at 4-6... This time even settings of 12-14 were not nearly enough, and it ran out of juice much quicker. I gobbled up the maximum number (ok, maybe a few more..... prescriptions are always a bit on the safe side) of narcotic pain pills, and still nearly ended up back at the hospital. This went on for days.... I nearly had to threaten the pharmacists to give me the refill after only a couple of days.
The last bit of evidence is.... this time, longer in the sling, (don’t know how long) and 6 weeks before any physical therapy. I recognize that this may be the doc is just being extra careful because of the initial failed repair.
I will be seeing the doc again on Tues, and will try to gain some useful information.
By the length of this post, I am thinking that my brain is beginning to function again. I am at least able to focus on a project long enough to finish it. Thanks to any of you who managed to read the whole thing.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Hi all,
Well..... 3 month later, very limited use of right arm, and much physical therapy....... The repair of the tendon has failed! I go back under the knife next Wed. The 26th. Go to jail, go directly to jail..... 3 to 6 months for stupidity.
I think that it happened at the 6-8 week mark. At that point, I was out of the sling, and allowed to use my hand and fore arm. So.... I wanted a pickle with my lunch, and had trouble opening the jar. Of course, I could have done without the pickle, but, being true to my gender..... the obvious answer, MORE POWER. Keeping my right elbow carefully pinned to my side, as instructed, hold with the right hand, and twist with the left...... POP, PAIN, FOUL LANGUAGE, 40 seconds later, no pain, probably didn’t hurt anything, close one, have to be more careful.
So, back to the sling, and out of commission. I have to say that this is really not how I envisioned my “golden years” LOL. I am beginning to understand the “old people only talk about their operations” thing.... How are you.... What is new..... What happened to your arm..... Want to go kayaking?? Well since you ask.....
OK, this is a “medical issues” blog, but all is not doom and gloom medical stuff. Karen and I went on a nice motor home trip up the coast. We had a great time, and my dog, Maggie, discovered that “Dog Beaches” are the best thing ever.
Yes a new dog. A friend postulated that I finally got a dog when I decided that I was going to live a while longer. Nothing could be further from the truth, I was drugged and trapped.... I was on a kayak trip to a lake near Santa Barbara, tripped over a tent guy wire, tore rotator cuff. Next day, heavily sedated, I went with Karen and friend Judy to an animal shelter. Judy was looking for a new replacement dog. Karen, Judy, and the girl at the shelter instantly bonded, formed a pack, and surrounded me. The little terrier cross, with the “please save me” look, and 3 attractive women.... Well, I must say, in my drug induced haze, I was defenseless. I will now be trying to attach the leash to an excited little dog with my left hand.
Well..... 3 month later, very limited use of right arm, and much physical therapy....... The repair of the tendon has failed! I go back under the knife next Wed. The 26th. Go to jail, go directly to jail..... 3 to 6 months for stupidity.
I think that it happened at the 6-8 week mark. At that point, I was out of the sling, and allowed to use my hand and fore arm. So.... I wanted a pickle with my lunch, and had trouble opening the jar. Of course, I could have done without the pickle, but, being true to my gender..... the obvious answer, MORE POWER. Keeping my right elbow carefully pinned to my side, as instructed, hold with the right hand, and twist with the left...... POP, PAIN, FOUL LANGUAGE, 40 seconds later, no pain, probably didn’t hurt anything, close one, have to be more careful.
So, back to the sling, and out of commission. I have to say that this is really not how I envisioned my “golden years” LOL. I am beginning to understand the “old people only talk about their operations” thing.... How are you.... What is new..... What happened to your arm..... Want to go kayaking?? Well since you ask.....
OK, this is a “medical issues” blog, but all is not doom and gloom medical stuff. Karen and I went on a nice motor home trip up the coast. We had a great time, and my dog, Maggie, discovered that “Dog Beaches” are the best thing ever.
Yes a new dog. A friend postulated that I finally got a dog when I decided that I was going to live a while longer. Nothing could be further from the truth, I was drugged and trapped.... I was on a kayak trip to a lake near Santa Barbara, tripped over a tent guy wire, tore rotator cuff. Next day, heavily sedated, I went with Karen and friend Judy to an animal shelter. Judy was looking for a new replacement dog. Karen, Judy, and the girl at the shelter instantly bonded, formed a pack, and surrounded me. The little terrier cross, with the “please save me” look, and 3 attractive women.... Well, I must say, in my drug induced haze, I was defenseless. I will now be trying to attach the leash to an excited little dog with my left hand.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
June 20, 2012
Well..... It is time for a report, and I will do my best even though there is an extreme lack of motivation.
Happy first day of summer..... longest day of the year.....
It has been two weeks since the doctors at USC took a stab at fixing my shoulder.... OK, it was 5 stabs as evidenced by the 5 small wounds that surround my shoulder. Arthroscopic surgery... some very cool stuff..... if you are interested, you can check it out on u tube. The lack of a large incision certainly makes the recovery process easier, which, of course, is always welcome.
Apparently, my shoulder was worse in fact than the MRI indicated. The torn tendon was more severe than expected, and the joint itself had suffered from the 55+ years of construction work, and more than a few incidents with motorcycles, high school sports, horses, etc......
In any event, the torn tendon was reattached by placing 2 anchors into the bone, and the mating surfaces of the bones were shaved down to provide pain free interaction. Physical therapy begins today, and time will tell if their efforts were successful.
I must say that I have a new appreciation for the amount of pain that bones can produce. For the first 3 days following surgery, I was lucky to have a device, about the size of a large grapefruit, that delivered happy juice to the nerve that transmits pain from the shoulder. Other than a hand that felt half asleep for a few days, the device worked perfectly. No pain for the first 3 days. Then..... the thing stopped working.... of course, I took it apart, and determined that the machine was working properly, but the end in my shoulder must have become plugged. OK, no problem, I had pain pills. Eating pain pills like they were popcorn didn’t make the pain go away, but did take the edge off, and put me into a mental state where I didn’t care that it hurt. I now only use the pills occasionally at night.
4 more weeks with the arm in a sling, ok to use the hand and lower arm, but not the shoulder. Very awkward and unhandy. Some things that I have done with my right hand for about 60 years, are difficult to do with my left hand...... no details here, but you can imagine.
Happy first day of summer..... longest day of the year.....
It has been two weeks since the doctors at USC took a stab at fixing my shoulder.... OK, it was 5 stabs as evidenced by the 5 small wounds that surround my shoulder. Arthroscopic surgery... some very cool stuff..... if you are interested, you can check it out on u tube. The lack of a large incision certainly makes the recovery process easier, which, of course, is always welcome.
Apparently, my shoulder was worse in fact than the MRI indicated. The torn tendon was more severe than expected, and the joint itself had suffered from the 55+ years of construction work, and more than a few incidents with motorcycles, high school sports, horses, etc......
In any event, the torn tendon was reattached by placing 2 anchors into the bone, and the mating surfaces of the bones were shaved down to provide pain free interaction. Physical therapy begins today, and time will tell if their efforts were successful.
I must say that I have a new appreciation for the amount of pain that bones can produce. For the first 3 days following surgery, I was lucky to have a device, about the size of a large grapefruit, that delivered happy juice to the nerve that transmits pain from the shoulder. Other than a hand that felt half asleep for a few days, the device worked perfectly. No pain for the first 3 days. Then..... the thing stopped working.... of course, I took it apart, and determined that the machine was working properly, but the end in my shoulder must have become plugged. OK, no problem, I had pain pills. Eating pain pills like they were popcorn didn’t make the pain go away, but did take the edge off, and put me into a mental state where I didn’t care that it hurt. I now only use the pills occasionally at night.
4 more weeks with the arm in a sling, ok to use the hand and lower arm, but not the shoulder. Very awkward and unhandy. Some things that I have done with my right hand for about 60 years, are difficult to do with my left hand...... no details here, but you can imagine.
Friday, June 8, 2012
June 8, 2012
Hi all, typing with one hand, I will keep it short. Surgery went well and I have an appointment with the Doc next Thursday. Living life as an awkward left hander on drugs.... expect that it will bring out my degenerate artistic side. More another day.....
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