Wednesday, November 6, 2019
I had the best of all possible birthday presents this November sixth morning. We arrived at my San Diego appointment with the urologist about ten minutes late, traffic was terrible, the ride took an hour and a half from Fallbrook.
Doctor was bristly, said I was killing her with my tardiness, but went on to say that the pathology report from the last cystoscopy was apparently free from cancer cells, they must have done an awful good job cutting them out or providence was indeed smiling upon me.
In other good news, they have secured the very scarce BCG immunotherapy I need and I start my treatments next Wednesday. Will be interesting, the procedure is the morning of the next show load in at Del Mar but I will deal with it somehow.
The upshot is that I get to keep my bladder, at least for the foreseeable future and that is huge for me. We left the meeting with the doctor feeling rather elated. I literally had no prior idea what my immediate future might hold.
Extraordinary Desserts for the celebration tonight. This is frankly the best cake I have ever tasted.
Thanks again for all of your good wishes (and prayers). Yours in smoked fish.