found a balance with Oh Fat Tuna Man — with the one thousand units I was taking each week. No fevers, no chills. Maybe this isn’t too bad. By the end of October I’ll be done. My blood work is excellent. “No cancer can live with numbers like these,” my oncologist repeated. My white cells are smack in the normal range for the first time in decades. Okay, Nat — a year off and then I’ll get back on the old horse and ride. I have been inconvenienced, but it is temporary.
