A brief intro. My name is Fred Fierce and I was/am a cancer survivor. I always get confused about who is considered a survivor or not. Am I a survivor because I'm still alive even if I have cancer still? What about people who get cured but relapse, do they get survivor status revoked by the ACS? Who knows, more importantly, who gives a shit!
The purpose of this new blog is to tell stories of the last two years, and more importantly tell stories of what is coming next. I will also do my best to make this the funniest blog about cancer you have ever read. I'm gonna make you laugh till you cry. Hell one of my stories may make someone cry outright. Which is OK, if your a lady. If your a man crying, grow a set and at least keep it out of public for gods sake. There might be women around wondering who there pussy crying is, good luck getting laid after that!
Anyway, I decided to start this now because of the most recent development. In October 2010 I underwent an allogenic stem cell transplant (I'll explain that process in a later post). In July of 2011 my tumor was found to have come back, and it came back like Sam Jackson in pulp fiction "with great anger and furious vengeance". Got heavy radiation to shrink it, and then we scheduled a series of 3 infusions of donor cells. I had the last one on January 6 of 2012. This past week I was admitted with a wicked respiratory virus. They did a CT Scan and found two new lymphoma masses in brand new spots.. So my doctor came in (on a Saturday!! Did I mention she rules?) and we talked about how her and the brain trust were going to figure out a new treatment course. Which confirmed my suspicion that the transplant had indeed failed, and the last 2 years were now moot.
My immediate thought was actually in an English accent and went something like " my old nemesis lymphoma, we meet again after I have dispatched you twice. The third time will not be your charm". So the battle begins anew, Helms deep is safe but now all our hopes lie with two little.... Wait, thats Lord of the Rings, my English accent always puts me in that mode. My next post will be a recap of the first couple of days from two years ago. I rely a lot on reader feedback so people can let me know what they want to hear more of and I'll cater to the customer. Even though its free and you cheap bastards will never have to pay me anything. (unless you want to of course, only idiots turn dorm free money)
Reach me at the following
Email: fredfierce@yahoo.com
Twitter: @fredfierce
Or go outside in the St. Louis area and walk around yelling FRED!!! A bunch of times, maybe like Batman I'll hear you. Hey stranger things have happened. Something called a Snookie is famous in this country, odds on finding me by hollerin' are probably equal to her getting famous.
1. Thanks for sharing. 2. A survivor is anyone diagnosed with cancer and is a survivor from the day of diagnosis until they are no longer with us. And 3. Snookie ain't got nothin on you! Keep it up Fred!
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you need anything buddy. The triple F shall once again win this tremendous battle against his wretched foe cancer boy.
ReplyDeleteFred=the undertaker at wrestlemania
ReplyDeletecancer=triple h at wrestlemania
Fred is about to go up 3-0 on cancer. Go Fred! Luv u buddy
Can you please talk about your favorite and least favorite gifts that you have received while in the hospital? I never know what to get a 2-time (soon-to-be 3-time) cancer survivor. Do you like rice krispie treats?
ReplyDeleteRice Krispie Treats are good. Brownies are the best though. There's a certain kind, I can't remember the name but they are top notch.....
ReplyDeleteWorst gift? When people bring me porn mags. First of all, what kind of degenerate jerks off in the hospital, and secondly, do people think I live in the third world? Magazines? If I wanted to get down with myself I have the Internet for Pete's sake.
Ummmmmm (ahem), one of your best gifts better be a certain someone showing up IN COSTUME to bring you dinner. Otherwise, dusting off the 10 year old Hooters uniform was a fail. ;) Maybe I'll come dressed as a leprauchaun Saturday. Im liking the sound of a costume theme. That's a great idea!!!!!! You should request that anyone that brings you food has to wear a costume. Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteThe hooters costume dinner was easily one of the highlights of life, not just being in the hospital. Your idea for food deliveries needing to be dressed up is something I would love to get behind. (both figuratively, and literally). The queen abbey has spoken; MKE IT SO.
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