On the fifth of July, 2018 – my world turned upside down. The results of the tests came in and without treatement I would have three months to live. THAT’S FRIDAY! The fifth of October.
Instead of dying – I choose to live! On Friday I will complete the fifth series (of six) treatments of Chemo. As you may know – after the second treatment they determined that the Alien Trump (as it’s affectionately known) has been reduced by 60%.
Unfortunately, they will not re-evaluate until the middle of November (about six weeks). Being a Pessimist, I figure; another 15% reduction for the 3rd and 4th Treatments and yet another 15% for the last two.
The Doctors (in their inimitable wisdom) determined that since I was doing so good after three Treatments that they would increase the dosage of the fourth Treatment. Everything was fine while I was in Hospital. No nausea, no vomiting, no major side effects to write home about at all – just recurring bouts of constipation. So, I checked out on Friday and went home – Saturday morning I thought my legs and feet were on fire!
Lying in bed; movement of any type resulted in a very uncomfortable stinging, burning sensation (kind’ve like a lactic acid burn, (hard to describe) – but all over both legs and feet. So: NO sleep for two days. I started taking the anti-nausea medication (I figured anything would help). The third day a bit of relief – fourth day; a Velcade (Chemo) injection (burn, baby, burn…) > relief seventh day = Velcade (more of the same). This results in a very weak Doug.
And then my clients from Bulgaria arrive to finalise the plans for two pre-sales in the next two months and Marketing for the rest of the year for the other ten Clubs. One day I made it to six o’clock – the other was five o’clock. On a scale of 1 – 10, I give me a six on performance. I’ve never been a six in my life (well, 38 years of Sales Makers!) Fortunately, they gave me an 8+ and I got paid; job done.
The next week I met with the Dr and explained and they’re knocking me down to where I was in the previous Treatments. I know it was done with the right intentions – to hopefully effect Full Remission of the Alien Trump. I’ll settle for the beginning of the Impeachment Process as the November result (yes, there is definitely an underlying theme here…) I hope that this doesn’t affect the results too much. I really don’t want Radiation Therapy after the Chemo; but I also don’t want to feel like this for the rest of my life (however long that may be and supposedly that is a possibly).
Again, I’m sitting in Hospital almost three months from when I was told I had three months TOTAL! Looking at the latest research; it seems the minimum I can expect is fourteen months and my GOAL has not changed: a minimum of four years to introduce my son as Dr Miller PhD.
My short range goal of completing my book before November looks pretty slim though. Simply because I’ve now expanded that to be a Book (Hard Bound), Audio Book, an eBook and a Podcast Series (a bit more aggressive plans – kind’ve like this Alien is supposed to be. If I’ve got a bit more time, why not?).
What happens when Aggressive meets Aggressive Hospitality ?
Bye, bye Trump!
PS For my American Friends; please vote in November – our Country can’t go on like this for much longer. Let’s think: EARTH FIRST! Otherwise, WE won’t LAST!
BTW The photo is above this post is of two of my clients (Angel & Staffi) from Sofia, Bulgaria who came to the Mill House to visit and work. Unfortunately, I was a bit over the weather and unable to join them in the photo as they departed. (They left while I was not in my best spirits…) Although, actually don’t expect to see ANY more photos of me NOW. I’ve got a few different things in store – stay tuned and follow if you don’t want to miss an episode of Shit-Happens.blog.