CANCER: SAM HAS IT.
|Sam chugging chemo drugs into his heart chambers, like a pro.|
PEOPLE: Diana (Sam's gf), Sam, Adam (our older brother), and me (Seth).
Sam began his chemotherapy on Friday, and he’s slated for 6-ish months of moderately strong chemotherapy doses being pumped DIRECTLY INTO HIS HEART. Also, now we’re both bald.
THE RELATIVELY LESS BAD NEWS.
WELL THIS SOUNDS BAD, RIGHT? Yes. Cancer is never good. But it turns out some cancer is... less bad. In Sam’s case, the prognosis is pretty dang good, with a reasonable chance of curing this thing (> 80%) pretty early. But in the meantime, Sam will be really tired from the treatments, fairly nauseous, sometimes in the hospital for five days at a time, and silky smooth.
TOWELFIGHT 2: NOW FREE TO PLAY.
For now, we’re still figuring out exactly how much to slap onto the chopping block, but prepare your eardrums for perforation by more news of the slothcycling variety in the near future.