Today was to be a day of travel, but that isn't going to happen. It was kind of touch and go anyway. My gi-track is giving me some trouble. When that happens, any sort of travel becomes ill-advised.
So today is a day of thanks. If there is anything I have to be grateful for, and that is for being alive. Without the incredible bit of luck I had, I might well not be here right now. It is inconceivable to me that I would have had surgery to remove the tumor. If the radiation therapy wasn't available to me, I would have declined the surgery. Nature would have taken its course, and I wouldn't be here to tell about it.
Of course, I could have taken some other radiation therapy. Maybe that wouldn't have gone as well. The best result is the one I got. I can move around freely. I am mostly normal, but not exactly. But that is okay. It is a lot better than the alternative.
Dick Morris is having some radiation therapy back in Houston. I wonder if it is proton therapy. If it is otherwise, then maybe it wasn't an option.
I had the option. Options are good. Better to have a choice than to have no choice.
People are scared of radiation. But it seemed to have worked for me. That is all.
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