A short post (for real)

I've decided that many short posts > infrequent long posts (not that I'm eliminating the possibility of a good ol' rant in the future), so...

Not much to update at this point. My next appointment with my oncologist is January 6th meaning I won't know how my last MRI (done on December 28th) went for another three days or so. I think it will go well as I went in head first (the right way) and it made all of the usual boops and beeps. There were a few hums in there for good measure as well. Tomorrow is my last day of Accutane in this cycle and I am much looking forward to that as my skin has felt very dried out as of late, especially my lips. To anyone who has seen me in person recently, NO I was not moulting. When on Accutane I merely have incredibly dry skin that seems to shed from my face like crazy. Luckily I don't keep it in a box like Goldmember as that would just be creepy. You might ask yourself why I would take a drug that causes me to suffer dry skin and lips even though it has not been proven to extend the life of Glioblastoma patients whatsoever outside of the lab, but I would say to you if there is even the slightest of slightest of chances that something will help me live even one day longer... I'll do it! I just like living that much I guess. Kind of helps when you have a super cute girl that agreed to spend the rest of her life with you.

Looking forward to Friday, I'm sure it will be a stressful and nerve-wracking time for both Nicole and I, but as I see it, if the results are good (which I'm putting my money on) we'll have at least a few days (or perhaps hours) to relax before they give us the date of my next MRI and we start the whole shebang all over again. Again I stress the difficulty of planning your future when you have a terminal illness that will statistically kill you in the next year. "Hey Tom, what are you doing next Friday?" can be answered by "Well, depending on the results I get this Friday, either watching some TV or trying to find an expensive treatment centre in the States or abroad that might offer me treatments that may offer me the hope that I might have a chance of living longer than three months!" It is hard not to be a Debbie Downer when you have a tumour in your brain, aside from the whole "I'm a dude and thus would not be named Debbie" thing.

Alas I'm staying positive and I thank all of you for your support. I'm not suggesting that anyone is waiting on pins and needles for my results on Friday, other than Nicole who will be in the room with me of course, so I'm not promising any instantaneous blog updates, but I'll try to put at least a paragraph or two up that night to give a very vague indication of how things went. Those of you who are on Facebook might get a faster update if my phone decides it would like to "work" (aka connect to the network, which it has not been doing much of lately).

As a final note: Thanks Nelson for setting up and hosting this year's ExciteBike Tourney! I had a great time and plan to hone my skills for next year's ASAP (I am not proud of my record this year, but as always am fully prepared to "blame the controller(s)").

CHEERS!
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TOM

PS: Happy New Year's All Eh?