While I didn’t get the phone call over the weekend like I had hoped, the news was nonetheless gratifying and somewhat remarkable, to say the least.
After just two rounds of chemotherapy, my PET scan, which I had described earlier as looking like an ultra-detailed x-ray, was clear of cancerous activity! This was a remarkable change from the scan that was performed just after I had been diagnosed with a recurrence of non-Hodgkins lymphoma in early May. The image from that first scan showed my stomach, chest, shoulder and neck lit up like a Christmas tree. The scan from last week showed none of that activity nor did it reveal any new activity.
The cancer is gone!
Yet, here I am sitting in a hospital bed being pumped with toxic chemicals one more time. This time though it’s as a precautionary measure. I’m OK with that despite the hell I’ll have to endure next week when the effects of the chemotherapy are in full swing and I’m miserable and in pain for several days.
And then there’s this malaise that seems to overtake my entire being, one that no matter what you do, takes control of your life. I’m tired but not sleepy. I’m in a good mood, but I’m sad. I’ll lose my appetite, but I know I need to eat. Check out the lyrics to Dogs by Pink Floyd.
Thank you to everyone who said a prayer to the Almighty on my behalf. It’s good to know that He’s not just listening to me.
This weekend’s Firecracker 400 is always one of my favorite races of the year. Unlike the Daytona 500, which is always unpredictable and rarely won by the best team, by the time race teams get to the
Firecracker 400 Coke Zero 400 presented by Coca Cola they’ve had two restrictor plate races, hours of wind tunnel and engine dyno runs under their belts which helps to separate the contenders from the pretenders. It also brings individual driving talent to the forefront, something that you rarely hear talked about during the Daytona 500 and only briefly during the first Talladega race. During those two races its often said that the drivers just sit with their right foot to the floor and hold on until the final 10-20 laps. Not this time.
This time around, the smart crew chiefs will have had time to put their unique mark on the car’s set up (within the rules of restrictor plate racing, of course!) and having told their driver about these tweaks and how they might make the car handle better in the corner, or suck up better on the straightaways, the equally smart drivers should be able to take full advantage of these changes and use them to cross the start/finish line ahead of everyone else.
So, who is my pick? My list is long. Tony Stewart, Joey Logano, Jimmie Johnson, Kevin Harvick, Brad Keselowski, Jeff Gordon, Jamie McMurray, Kasey Kahne. All contenders as I see it, having either been past winner’s at Daytona or just good on restrictor plate tracks.
My dark horse pick is Denny Hamlin. He is a past winner at Daytona and is good on restrictor plate tracks, Essentially out of the running for this year’s Chase, Hamlin was quoted after last weekend’s race in Kentucky as saying “It’s all about the wins now,” (or something like that).
Daytona would be a good place to start.
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