Wow, it's almost february!

I just had an uplifting conversation with my neighbor, and it really helped with the attitude change I've been needing lately. See, things have not been going completely my way lately, I've had to switch to another chemo--the fourth try-- and I'm kind of finding myself lapsing into the "Oh well, what happens, happens" mindset.
My neighbor, Narcisso, is a pharmacist, and he's familiar with chemo drugs, so he's been very helpful with any questions I might have about my current dose of poison, like what would best help with side effects, supplement suggestions, and the like. Today he asked how I was doing, and said he was amazed that I'm still getting up and out. He said most people subjected to the "heavy poisons" they keep giving me would be bed-ridden. He was shaking his head and reiterating, "Amazing."
I feel like a bad-ass again.
I guess I haven't updated for a few months now so there's a pretty big gap in info. Suffice it to say for now, it's 2009 and I'M STILL HERE! I get up every day, get dressed (eventually) every day, and try to take at least a short walk with Zito Pupito. I go out and about a bit--my car will croak if I don't drive it occasionally; it needs exercise, too--and even, once in a while, have a beer.
I am a bad-ass!