Ready for Round 2

The announcer starts, "Fighting out of the blue corner we have challenger Round and Myxoid Type Liposarcoma." The crowd returns a unanimous volley of discontent. "And fighting out the red corner we have the undefeated champion Jeffrey Guyer!" The crowd roars with cheer. "Let's get Ready to Rumble!"

And so Round 2 begins...

I'm not excited for the next coming days, not even a little... surprised? I don't think I'm supposed to be. Last round was really tough; I mean really tough. I could barely leave the couch and whenever I did I either fell back to sleep or wanted puke all over myself. Only now do I really feel as if I've regained my strength from last round and the doctors want to knock me down again. Grumble, grumble, grumble.

However, going into Round 2 I do feel I have a lot things working in my favor:

1. I am healed - Going into Round 1 I was beat up. I had a huge scar from my port along with very uncomfortable dressings on both my upper chest and neck. Additionally I was still healing from the multiple biopsies in my lower back and left calf.
   
2. The doctors know how to deliver the drugs - There should be no more "talking ragtime," and if there is it's because of other drugs I've requested.
   
3. I'm prepared - I know what to expect, and I have a better idea of what I need to do. I'm going to get out of bed, do a lot of walking around and spend much more time in the community areas. Last time laying in bed for three day drained all my energy.
4. I look the part - This weekend Autumn shaved my head. Pictures to follow soon.
   

Wish me luck!