WHAT'S NEXT?

 

That's a stupid title, but it's exactly how I feel. I never know what's going on, or the unexpected turns that fate pulls on us.

I don't want to frustrate you with bogus positivity (which I've often done). Let's all cross our fingers and hope for the best.

I have heard through the proverbial grape vine that I will be discharged soon. This morning the prevailing doctor asked if I'd rather go home or back to Signature. Of course  you know my answer.

The prevailing doctor is rude, condescending, and doesn't like me. I'm nearly positive that she's the same doctor here in Cookeville Medical Center that I saw last summer about treating my hemorrhaging arm.

That doctor was mercilessly rude and crude. She refused to treat my arm....because...she told me I was going to die soon. This upset me so much, that I didn't mention it in my blog.

I demanded to get an opinion from my oncologist , but she said he would agree with her.

Well, I contacted Dr. Sidrys and he agreed with me, and allowed radiation treatments.

Sorry for the detour, but I had to reveal it.

I'd rather have physical therapy at home than in a hospital bed. Going home will involve extremely hard work, but I'd rather have freedom than domination.

What's next?

Christmas??

Jon  🌲⛄️🌲❤️