I received my test results.
It’s confirmed. The cancer is winning.
Payout is about two months away.
I won round 1 only to be sucker punched into a Round 2.
I am emotional to say the least.
The bastard got me. Hook, line and sinker. Or so it believes!
I can’t stand up to face Round 2 without a referee. My referee will be my Faith.
If it is to be a clean fight I will need a few well placed right hooks, or we will go down fast.
Cancer doe snot fight a clean fight.
Cancer is a dirty fighter.
I will have to fight as a true Urban Viking and utilize whatever I may to bring this wretched , demonic dease to it’s knees.
I am “The Original Urban Viking” , as such it is up to me to lay the ground rules for future Urban Vikings, who may follow and have to fight for their very lives.
The most important rule to fighting cancer is to not be afraid to cry or laugh.
You will be scared. No one fighting these battles can say they were/are not afraid.
YOU ARE FACING DEATH!!!!
There will be days when you beg your Creator to just take you and end your suffering.
DO NOT GIVE IN TO THIS NEGATIVITY!!!!
There will also be days that you are smiling and ready for whatever is tossed unto your lap.
You will have emotional days where as you feel you have lost all your manhood or womanhood. Days where the mirror becomes your enemy as you realize that you look like a holocaust survivor. Where you do not recognize the poor soul in the mirror.
Just bear in mind that you can recover. It will take time. A long time. But, you will recover.
My recent test results surprised me. I was not expecting such a severe diagnosis. I expected bad, but not horrible.
I committed the biggest mistake in a cancer battle ….
I let my guard down and allowed hope to give me a false feeling of a battle already won.
This leaves me in the uncomfortable position of choosing which remedy best suits my recovery.
Death within 2 months. Not acceptable!
Another round of heavy duty radical radiation. No one else has survived.
On my right shoulder I have a cute white winged Angel telling me to follow them.
Her remedy was to pass the bucket on the left hand side and, thanks to the miracles of modern medicine, ingest large quantities of radiation. With no guarantee other than months of discomfort.
Of which my chance of being cured lay at a measly 7 percent survivor rate.
On my left shoulder stands a drunken mini version of a Keebler Elf with tossed salad in his hair.
His remedy was to allow the Winds of Change and Darkness to take as much time as they need to devour my frontal lobes.
Which would you choose?
I opted for allowing Nature to attack at her wish.
I will counterattack with all my resources. The human body is an amazing machine and with the right positive attitude is capable of much that modern medicine cannot explain.
My surviving the first round of this battle is living proof of this.
To quote my team of doctors,
“Only words to describe my winning so far is ‘Miracle’.”
I have to wait now.
To put this in “Layman terms”:
I got two cancers. First we thought we were winning. This was a ‘hope’.
I know I am far stronger than most believe. More than I even believe.
I will do what I must to stay alive. The only thing I will absolutely refuse is disfiguring surgeries.
For, I am The Original Urban Viking and Valhalla is not ready for me. Helheim is afraid of me.
I will go down head held high and my axe swinging.
I choose life!