I got home yesterday from a third opinion appointment that just served to confuse things a little more and found a big wooden crate waiting for me. The ASSLESS is back! I built it up post haste. I know that there will be those out there that miss the matte black rattle can job, and think that I’m messing with an icon to change anything!! Those maybe who feel that this new approach is a little too flashy.. maybe even a little too literal! (“Come on, Ezra.. an angry red ass on the assless!!???”). To you, I say.. get over it. I’m the one who has to ride the bloody torture machine, and I felt that it was time for a change. So I present to you the Assless Mark II.
I had such a nice time putting it back together. It was the first I’d done anything with my hands in almost 2 months! It made me really miss it all. Riding it feels fine. Just as tiring as I remember it! I took a nice flat ride over to Modsquad cycles to pick up some new grips for it this morning, just to test things out (and by “things,” I mean the anatomical adjustments to my whatsis.. ) and when that seemed fine, I made the climb up the big hill to Grant’s Tomb to take a few pictures. I’m guessing I’ll feel it later, but maybe not. I will not always need to ride this thing. Just for the time being while the perineal incision heals. The docs haven’t exactly cleared me to ride it.. but I figure, what they don’t know can’t hurt me.
This weekend I’m in the throws of trying to come to terms with these second and third opinions that I got over the last few days. The good news is that both docs felt that it wasn’t unreasonable to expect that this could be a cure! That I could go through the 6 months of chemo and then be done.. never have to deal with it again. This is a FAR more optimistic outlook than we had been allowing ourselves to have! They both agreed that I needed to do the chemo (BLAST!! was hoping that one would say, “ah shit.. don’t bother.. I’m guessing you’re cured NOW!! Get back to work.. go build some bikes.” No. wait. What I was actually hoping for was that they’d come back from going over my films and say, “Um.. daniel. We’ve got some great news! Uh.. there was a bit of a mix up with the pathology reports.. These weren’t yours, in fact. There’s nothing wrong with YOU. This other guys is in pretty serious trouble, however.. Oh. And we’re SUPER sorry about that colostomy!” at which point we could discuss the exact figures of the settlement). What they’re disagreeing on is what drugs to use. I won’t go into the details. It boils down to using a drug that I’ve had before, which obviously didn’t work, or using a different drug which has a much lower success rate. Use the really big gun that didn’t work last time and hope that it works this time, or use the pea shooter, just in case my cancer is really defenseless against pea shooters. Hard choice.