Oct 16, 2022·edited Oct 16, 2022Liked by Bill Southern
“Perfect health at all times” is pretty much what I had intended to say. At age thirty-one, with zero athletic ability, and after just over a year of strength training, I had become someone other men wanted to be. Now, at age sixty-eight, the medical community have won a series of battles [four cancers and surgeries, useless (I mean inefficacious!) meds, blood tests (some failed to pass!), scans, etc.], but but lost the war, my life becoming unlivable. They, somehow, do not believe QOL (Quality Of Life) is important. I, on the other hand, refuse to live without it. Thus, my cheat-code choice! Great idea!
I see my endo on Wednesday. At that meeting, I expect to determine where to go.
The Sigma willpower seems inexhaustible. Would that were true! Mine has, like a chunk of expose granite, been abraded to near nothing. I have, in the main, two choices: 1) I will be able to get my life on track, or 2) just cash it in. Far more is wrong than the missing strength—the trick is those things are all invisible.
At age six, I walked a mile to buy a padlock with a lion face on it, and walked home, no problem—walking has always been easy for me. Until now: The muscles ache, the speed is slow, respiration is at 100%, and I have to rest—this happened after the radiation treatment, a few months back. An additional 15 mikes T3 per day has somewhat ameliorated the problem, but my endo told me, back in the beginning, he would prescribe twenty per day max—my taking thirty-five will not go over well, when I tell him, and I most certainly will tell him that, along with everything else. He, at least, is intelligent, knowledgeable, and forthright.
I am happy you survived. Congratulations on that! Wow!
“Perfect health at all times” is pretty much what I had intended to say. At age thirty-one, with zero athletic ability, and after just over a year of strength training, I had become someone other men wanted to be. Now, at age sixty-eight, the medical community have won a series of battles [four cancers and surgeries, useless (I mean inefficacious!) meds, blood tests (some failed to pass!), scans, etc.], but but lost the war, my life becoming unlivable. They, somehow, do not believe QOL (Quality Of Life) is important. I, on the other hand, refuse to live without it. Thus, my cheat-code choice! Great idea!
As a cancer survivor myself, I can appreciate your battles - I wish there were a magical cure to push away disease attacks - keep fighting!
I see my endo on Wednesday. At that meeting, I expect to determine where to go.
The Sigma willpower seems inexhaustible. Would that were true! Mine has, like a chunk of expose granite, been abraded to near nothing. I have, in the main, two choices: 1) I will be able to get my life on track, or 2) just cash it in. Far more is wrong than the missing strength—the trick is those things are all invisible.
At age six, I walked a mile to buy a padlock with a lion face on it, and walked home, no problem—walking has always been easy for me. Until now: The muscles ache, the speed is slow, respiration is at 100%, and I have to rest—this happened after the radiation treatment, a few months back. An additional 15 mikes T3 per day has somewhat ameliorated the problem, but my endo told me, back in the beginning, he would prescribe twenty per day max—my taking thirty-five will not go over well, when I tell him, and I most certainly will tell him that, along with everything else. He, at least, is intelligent, knowledgeable, and forthright.
I am happy you survived. Congratulations on that! Wow!