two years ago on my birthday I was sick as a very sick dog. Having just recovered from severe dehydration due to an ENT
wrongly keeping me on a strong diuretic for over a year, which almost had me fainting in supermarket with BP of 80/45.
Once I got that figured out, then I never felt very good. Cancelled the rv trip to Florida I felt so bad the first night.
Came home and went to primary, she ordered a CT scan of my abdomen and there were two adrenal glands triple their normal
size. No wonder I felt awful, primary hormone gland. And I seem blessed to be one of 200 people known to have both adrenal glands get
cancer at same time, not one. We all have two, sitting on top of kidneys.
Local hospital took one look at me and told me I needed to go to main hospital in Greenville NC. Which I did, and where they used cutting edge
DNA analysis to custom tailor the chemo to my specific cancer. And it sure worked.
Which of course makes me wonder for how long, since my wife's cancer came back after two years.
But I don't wonder much, just focused on getting the most out of life.
That was a very bad time for me. Didn't see friends or family for five straight months due to covid lockdown.
Am thinking of going back through my posts to that time.
Once I got my marbles back I was on the laptop all day long. Curious what I wrote here.
Laying in a hospital bed, dealing with selling my farm which I never saw before it was sold, listening as my family sold
off 99 percent of what I owned, thinking I was going to be institutionalized forever.
A true example of all's well that ends well.
may we all have happy endings.