Just be sure to do your best, Steel.

Update: good news but battery dying; hooray. Will write more tomorrow when home.

that sounds like you aren't dying so I'm content

I grew up around animals alot and they die off constantly so I pretty much knew what death was as soon as I could speak.

Well that sounds good I guess, can't wait to see what's going on though!

Necroposting on a topic about not dying.
Good to hear you have good news.

Good to hear.

Hey, if it'll make you feel better we could hire a stripper to come down there and cheer you up! (Can't really think of anything else to help.)

You guys are lucky to how you understood the concept, I had my first taste of the reality of death when I was 4 and I encountered a big, furry, corpse (definantly bigger then me) with blood everywhere in the basement bathroom and I was pretty much screaming for hours. My dad was comforting me (likewise up and explaining to me what death was without sugar coating it, didn't help calm me down very much) the whole time while I was trying to speak but only garbling jibberish. After that despite my inability to know what death was as a description until I was like 7-8, I knew what it was.

what, uh

what was this corpse?

EDIT: and what was it doing there! just this big bloody corpse in your basement bathroom?? jesus, maybe i don't want to know.

DONT KILL THE CHIMPS

Hey, if it'll make you feel better we could hire a stripper to come down there and cheer you up! (Can't really think of anything else to help.)

You guys are lucky to how you understood the concept, I had my first taste of the reality of death when I was 4 and I encountered a big, furry, corpse (definantly bigger then me) with blood everywhere in the basement bathroom and I was pretty much screaming for hours. My dad was comforting me (likewise up and explaining to me what death was without sugar coating it, didn't help calm me down very much) the whole time while I was trying to speak but only garbling jibberish. After that despite my inability to know what death was as a description until I was like 7-8, I knew what it was.

CHEWBACCA!!!!!!!!!!!

okay so we met with einhorn and he tells us if the afp tumor marker has increased not only does cure rate drop (as in, single digit percentages) but we'd have to do it in Indiana and it'd be pricey. if the tumor marker has dropped and drops to zero/normal, it'll be two cycles of the old chemo I had before.

about a few days before brain surgery it was 224.

he took a blood test in Indiana annnnnnd

it's 94! not down to normal yet but that's good news. if it keeps dropping I won't have to do a hell chemo while being certain of death.

ALSO

they were filming a porno next door and my mom was in the room with me and kept saying "oh these strange sounds. shes crying. why doesn't anyone help her " until I finally said HOLY SHIT THEY ARE FUCKING DO YOU NOT REALIZE THIS.

also it was a porno because you could hear multiple men giving drections and shit it was pretty hilarious until it went on till like 3 am and I had to call the front desk and tell them I HAVE HOSPITAL TOMORROW.

-130 cancers. I THE CANCERS ARE BEING CONSUMED. that is really great man, if it keeps dropping at roughly the same rate you will be good in next to no time!

also that story made me laugh a lot.

the weird thing is there was obviously a period where i didn't know what was going on either, and then my mom says WHY DOESN'T SHE STOP CRYING and then...all the sound stopped. no woman. and then a GIRLISH SCREAM and these two low male voices and I was like "oh my god did they just kill a hooker"

but then a few seconds later "look will you [unintelligible] or not we need a money shot you fucking fag bitch" and I totally lost it.

oh damn.

when I we were docked in japan there were three bars in a line. One was a pretty cheap not so nice place one was ALWAYS CLOSED and the other (where I usually drank) was a pretty fancy jazz/surfer hangout.

Anyways the closed bar shot porn in it and my bosun (who was a tiny 50 year old puerto rican guy) told me about how one day he heard them fucking and tried to use his camera to get a shot of the inside and the Japanese dudes popped out the door and chased him off.

I also remember my first, first mate (who was cool as fuck) told me when he was sitting at the bar one day a tired looking japanese chick sat on the stool next to him with wet hair and nothing but a towel and I laughed my ass off for like ten minutes straight, I don't think he understood what was going on which made it that much funnier.