Let's cut straight to the point. I am going to live!!! My CA-19 count is at 225. Think of it as a golf score, the lower it goes the better it is. Normal is less than 55. Mine is 225, down from 345 in early August, and 725 in June. I dropped 120 points (is that what they call them?) or so while I was on chemo holiday. Life!

Okay, thank you to everybody out there that prayed for me, sacrificed small furry animals, or even had a kind thought about me. Thanks to every perception of the almighty any of you might have had. I am once again among the living, and planning to stay that way.

Okay, party at my house. I'll buy a keg and a complete stock of liquor. Just kidding, Nutri-Nazi would kill me. Hell of a deal, to be killed for throwing a party because I got an E ticket to life. (for those of you who don't know, an E ticket was the all inclusive ticket at Disneyland before the world got modern)

For those that are local and know where I live, come on over, I am available for interviews and I'm serving drinks. I feel like a million dollars, a real million dollars, not the modern day equivalent.

And God, if you are still interested in life here on this miserable planet, thank you too. Between the two of us we worked it out, and medical science helped too.