About this time it's another cancer maintenance checkup and Dr. Perkins has good news and bad. My mannose low cost therapy seems to be working fine but I've got fluid around my right lung, a lot of fluid. So its back to Dr. Modi to get it out. A week later I'm with Modi and his 4 angels, getting stabbed with a long needle but less uncomfortable than I thought it was going to be. After the procedure one of the angels told me I was The Champion. At 3 quarts she'd never seen that much fluid taken out of somebody. I encouraged them to send that info to Black Hills State as it might help me in my Hall of Fame quest. And... Barbara finally realizes that I am sick and not just shirking a few household duties.
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