... including painful infusions, two big surgeries for three different cancers, four or five tumors removed, some of the details are not for the squeemish.
The treadmill was a piece of cake. It was interesting to see I still had some great endurance for a good challenging walk.
But the nuclear test. I wondered why they about six people in the room.
They gave me the shot and almost immediately felt like I was uncomfortable all over, my vision narrowed, I couldn't fix on anything visually or by ear. Everything was fogged in. I felt like I was dying.
The other four guys were there to catch me as my knees buckled and I passed out.
If I had the choice to go thru all my well over a million dollars of cancer treatment at VA or having that nuclear test again. I'd have to think about it, but I'm inclined to do the cancer tap dance again.
For the record. I did not stay at the Holiday Inn Express (?) last night and I am certainly no one qualified to give a personal anecdote (past my heart attack when I was 38 and hardcore ironman type A jerk), I have no sort of training in heart medicine past being the recipient of amazingly good medical care, my only question in my life is that nuclear heart test.
It's a problem with heart treatment, they almost have to trigger the problem to save you from it. My dad told me that I should never agree to a treadmill test, because "what's the point of confirming someone you already know has the problem, has a problem." Treadmills, meh. I enjoy them.
Did I tell you the name of the only treatment I had put into my files as "neverfuckingagain!"?
Sorry, a big cup of coffee and five or six doobs.
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