If I made it through surgery yesterday, I m face up this morning on what I hope is a brighter day in a recovery bed at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences in Little Rock.
Because one smiles ear-to-ear and rings the bell symbolizing the end of 35 grueling radiation and seven chemotherapy sessions aimed at knocking out a squamous cell tumor doesn t mean they ve won the fight.
Three months removed from brutal radiation and chemo treatments for a squamous cell cancer trapped by a lymph node in my neck, I had a remarkably vivid dream the other night or, perhaps, like the late "Sleeping Prophet" Edgar Cayce, it was more a prophecy.