I’ve completed Day #15 of my treatments, out of 28. The final day will be September 5, the 18th anniversary of this weblog. With the toughest part yet to come in the second half, I’m going to watch a favorite video. The best of Scopitone, presented in a gorgeous, newly remastered HD transfer.
Category: Life with Pratts
Youth is its Own Reward
I first posted this picture of 20-year-old me and my pal Denro ten years ago. It was taken after the 1976 Falmouth Road Race. Oh, to be young again!
Feel the Burn
This was how it went yesterday, meeting with the radiology oncologist.
Infusion Confusion
The high school guidance counselor warned me. She said I’d end up on drugs with a needle in my arm. 😉
Hold That Thought
The news isn’t terrible, but it isn’t good, either. Stage 1 cancer, a very rare type, but it’s curable. I’ve been told to expect radiation and chemotherapy, but to wait for the Mass General tumor review board’s recommendation. They meet on Thursday.
As I said before, I have no interest in chronicling my “cancer journey.” Therefore, I am putting this online journal on hold for the duration. A rough estimate is I’ll be quiet for at least 3-4 months. I hope to see you on the other side.
The Pratt Finals
One of my earliest posts pointed out that the final episode of Monty Python’s Flying Circus took aim at the name Pratt.
Yesterday’s post about Red Dwarf reminded me of another favorite British TV show, Blackadder. The series finale is noted for its tragic conclusion, where everyone is killed in WWI. Curiously, like Monty Python, the episode also has a Pratt reference.
Another British take on The War to End All Wars.