I have been on this same course of treatment for the last two years.

I have been trying to count down the end of the medicine; because once my doctor releases me from this medicine, the weight that I’ve gained (a very personal insecurity) will melt away.  Considering I continue to take the steroids, no matter what, the weight that I have gained since the cancer recovery, it’s not going anywhere..

Anyway, Friday, my doctor told me, we should continue the treatment, which made me very sad.  I’m ready to stop taking this medicine, and I’m ready to lose the extra pounds that cancer and recovery have put on me.  It’s not even like I’ve gained 100’s of pounds, it’s actually a very small amount of weight that I’ve gained, but to me, it’s too much.

Late Saturday afternoon, I get this very unexpected telephone call from my doctor.

My doctor informed me that he’s sent some of my medical records to another specialist, and they think that the little amount of cancer that remains, will die throughout the last course of treatment, and everything will be over with.  So, to make a very confusing and very long medical conversation short, basically, after the second specialist reviews more information, they will change the dosage of medicine that I take.  Then, basically, I will go from a low to a new dosage high, which my doctor called a peak, and then I will reduce the medicine, to the point where I’m no longer taking it.

I hope to hear more about this over the next week, but, I should be able to start slowly (”very slowly” as my doctor worded it) get back into running, walking, and eventually working out.

So, a very long story short.  November 14th, I should know, if I can go and walk.  If I can go and walk three times a day.  *Huge Smile*

So, if that’s the case, I hope to start posting more about my personal health, or weight loss.  I hope, please keep me in your thoughts, the cancer is gone.  This long struggle, is over.  I know I keep harping on my weight, which is a very small aspect in the grand scheme of my health, but, my doctor told me.  If I were a woman, and had breast cancer, and one was removed.  I wouldn’t feel recovered, until I either have the other removed or had an implant.

So, me getting back to my origional weight, will mark my final recovery.

Keep me in your thoughts.

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.