One Day More

One more dawn, one more day, one day more!

Tomorrow is it. Chemo day one of sixteen.

Sixteen rounds until I’m cancer free like my hero RBG.

My Queen, Notorious RBG

I’ve done all the prep, purchased all the helpful things on Amazon, enlisted my “day one crew” of faithful friends, made all the Broadway musical analogies and puns, and it’s time. Time to let the wonders of modern medicine kill the cancer that killed our Disney trip and tried to kill me.

How do I feel about it? I compare it in my mind to a big mental hurdle from my twenties, the bar exam. I was afraid of it, I didn’t want to do it, it sucked a lot, but I was ready just to get it over with and move on. I totally nailed it. (I scored in the 98th percentile in Constitutional Law - holla RBG.) Now it’s just a distant memory. A hurdle I had to leap in order to become a doctor of the law.

But it was stressful at the time and I got super drunk after the bar exam and I intend to get super drunk when chemo is over (probably not the same day though.)

Tomorrow I put my faith in science and in medicine and submit their wisdom.

One day more.