Back from the big city... well, Macon.
I guess ol' Hugh hit the gutshot on the
river, 'coz it went about as well as I
could have hoped for. Got yelled at a little
for not getting it checked out sooner, but, all in
all, I think I'm gonna be OK at the end of the day.
There are still tests to be run, yadda, yadda.
Doc even said my fishing days aren't over - just
gonna be all bundled up and slathered with sun
screen and wearing sexy hats!! The best thing he said
was he doesn't feel chemotherapy will be needed.
Gearing up for the fight. Thank you everyone here at
pHenohunter.org for your kind words and proactive
deeds of support. I hope you folks are popping the
buttons right off your vests at what you've created
and nurtured here. Places like this just don't fall
off the turnip truck - they are rare and should be
treasured. I do.