Well, yesterday was spent talking to doctorsw about coming up with a strategy to kick the shit of of cancer yet again. The poor bastard doesn't get it. Every time he tries something, I just give him a big wallop. Well, this time, I think I'm just going to have to beat the poor sucker so bad that he doesn't come back. Ever. The problem is, I'll probably have to take a bit of a bigger beating this time as well, kind of like Ali did when he beat George Foreman.
So after much deliberation, I am planning on doing the interleukin 2 treatment, most likely at Columbia Presbyterian in NYC. It's pretty close to the Back Page, so you NYC maggots can stop by and see me before you go out for beer and wings. While this isn't set in stone yet, this is probably the best plan of attack for me for this round (which I hope is the final round).
Unfortuantely, this doesn't bode well for a South America trip this summer. My immune system probably won't be up for flying thousands of miles to a less than first world country. So I guess I'll have to rage extra hard at the COLORADO summit next winter, where I'll take some of the money you guys are trying to raise for me and buy some beer and liquor for you all. And if I have anyhting left over, I'll give Max and AKPM a few singles and steer them to the nearest titty bar.![]()
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