This morning on the news, Lou and I watched an interview with those two journalists who were beaten within an inch of their lives by a crowd in the middle of an Egyptian protest.
The guys were describing how they were pummelled and bleeding but just focusing on staying on their feet and pushing through the crowd toward safety. When asked what kept them going, one guy said, "I have a lot to live for."
That simple statement resonated deeply with me.
I am looking forward to today's scan so I can find out what is going on in there, find out why I have had all these transcient, minor pinpoints of pain in my chest area for the last couple of weeks.
If there is growth, then by golly let's start beating it back with the big stick called "Whatever Chemo is Next on the List."
Maybe there is no growth. When I took my AHCC capsule this morning, the thought occurred to me that maybe all that minor pain is from the natural killer cells attacking the tumors. That would be nice, huh? My little janitors doing a spring cleaning in my lungs?