Doctor Again..

Night falls cold on a short day.  November 7th, 2008 is a date that I have been in fear of for a month.  I’m required to see the doctor every month; normally the first week of every month.  The news from my last visit was not good, but it seems that every month I get news that is either unknown or not good or we have to run more tests and wait.

As many of my loyal readers know, I have cancer.  I’ve been going through about two years worth of treatment, and I have thought I was on the last leg of treatment, but every time I go to the doctor to start my final recovery, I’m given bad news.

For the last two years, during my course of treatment, I have been placed on a physical restriction, and I haven’t been able to hit up the gym, or do anything that I use to do.  I am no where, physically, where I was, or want to be.

In the gay world, thin, is the only acceptable body type to be.  Sadly, that no longer describes me.

Tomorrow, I’ll know if the cancer has spread, or if the cancer is gone.  It could mean one more month of restrictions, or finally able to start working toward my final recovery.

Keep me in your thoughts.