Update on oggbashan's health

I am another who'd like to say something helpful, but to do so I'll have to ask the help of a friend. Who? I know, Oggbashan! ;)
 

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I am now officially an anomaly...

Today I went for a review with the oncology specialist to find out the results of the recent scan and how I am coping with the chemotherapy.

To my surprise, and to the specialist's surprise, the chemo has reduced my cancer cells. That wasn't supposed to happen. The decision to start chemotherapy was finely balanced. It was supposed to be palliative only, reducing the spread and speed of the cancer. But the cancer has retreated.

Apart from losing hair, I have had no side effects of the chemo. Although I am the only person in the county with Lambert-Eaton, and the only one my specialist has ever treated it is supposed to be aggressive and very difficult to treat.

I have two more scheduled sessions of chemo and then another scan in February. If the chemo continues to attack the cancer, I might be suitable for radiotherapy which had previously been ruled out as pointless. Even so, radiotherapy won't cure me, but my survival might be longer than previously thought.

I am an anomaly, confounding the medics, including my medical daughter who can't understand why I am so apparently fit and well - particularly as she has experience of patients with Lambert-Eaton. My blood/oxygen level remains stubbornly at 100% - which is almost unique for anyone with lung cancer.

Perhaps the prayers and good wishes of my friends on Literotica are helping?
 
May you continue to confound the medics.

This reminds me of the death watch on Mao Zedong. I was involved in one aspect of it. A team of doctors analyzed everything they could get on Mao to assess how close to death he was and what was ailing him. All of the doctors on that team died before Mao did.
 
Wonderful news, Ogg!!!! :rose:
*Ho-jo-to-ho!* Joining Brunnhilde’s battle cry for more stories ;)
 
You have always been an anomaly, sir - and I say that with respect and admiration. Such very, very good news! God bless, Ogg. :rose:
 
Ogg. when atheists, agnostics, and sinners all pray for someone, God has to listen. He's having one of those WTF moments. Best news I've had in a while.
 
Ogg: I am an anomaly, confounding the medics, including my medical daughter who can't understand why I am so apparently fit and well - particularly as she has experience of patients with Lambert-Eaton. My blood/oxygen level remains stubbornly at 100% - which is almost unique for anyone with lung cancer.

Perhaps the prayers and good wishes of my friends on Literotica are helping?

Now you'll have to do another update on your already extensive and unique bio! Great news that is no doubt welcome for all your family and those who admire you!
 
Today I went for a review with the oncology specialist to find out the results of the recent scan and how I am coping with the chemotherapy.

To my surprise, and to the specialist's surprise, the chemo has reduced my cancer cells. That wasn't supposed to happen. The decision to start chemotherapy was finely balanced. It was supposed to be palliative only, reducing the spread and speed of the cancer. But the cancer has retreated.

Apart from losing hair, I have had no side effects of the chemo. Although I am the only person in the county with Lambert-Eaton, and the only one my specialist has ever treated it is supposed to be aggressive and very difficult to treat.

I have two more scheduled sessions of chemo and then another scan in February. If the chemo continues to attack the cancer, I might be suitable for radiotherapy which had previously been ruled out as pointless. Even so, radiotherapy won't cure me, but my survival might be longer than previously thought.

I am an anomaly, confounding the medics, including my medical daughter who can't understand why I am so apparently fit and well - particularly as she has experience of patients with Lambert-Eaton. My blood/oxygen level remains stubbornly at 100% - which is almost unique for anyone with lung cancer.

Perhaps the prayers and good wishes of my friends on Literotica are helping?

That's wonderful news. In the last few years we've experienced these two incidents:

Hospital moved patient into palliative care because he was going to die soon. Six months later he checked himself out of the palliative care because he was sick of waiting. Today (approx. two years later) he's living in a seniors home and doing fine.

One of the agents I trained in the Investment Industry went on to found his own business. He got the "you have cancer and six months to live" message. Five years later he was still doing fine. He died the sixth year from something else.

The medical people don't always know what they're talking about. And yes, maybe the prayers here helped. I'd like to think so. :)

Keep up the good work!
 
That's great news, Ogg. You keep battling, we'll keep cheering for you. Make a hobby of it: proving the medics wrong. Allow me to be among the first to wish you a Merry Christmas 2020.

Ben
 
As said before, there is no expiration date stamped on your foot. It would make some portions of life easier, but if it is there, no one has found a way to view it.

There is no try, there is only do or do not.

James
 
Today I went for a review with the oncology specialist to find out the results of the recent scan and how I am coping with the chemotherapy.

To my surprise, and to the specialist's surprise, the chemo has reduced my cancer cells. That wasn't supposed to happen. The decision to start chemotherapy was finely balanced. It was supposed to be palliative only, reducing the spread and speed of the cancer. But the cancer has retreated.

Apart from losing hair, I have had no side effects of the chemo. Although I am the only person in the county with Lambert-Eaton, and the only one my specialist has ever treated it is supposed to be aggressive and very difficult to treat.

I have two more scheduled sessions of chemo and then another scan in February. If the chemo continues to attack the cancer, I might be suitable for radiotherapy which had previously been ruled out as pointless. Even so, radiotherapy won't cure me, but my survival might be longer than previously thought.

I am an anomaly, confounding the medics, including my medical daughter who can't understand why I am so apparently fit and well - particularly as she has experience of patients with Lambert-Eaton. My blood/oxygen level remains stubbornly at 100% - which is almost unique for anyone with lung cancer.

Perhaps the prayers and good wishes of my friends on Literotica are helping?

Three rousing, international cheers:
hip hip ...
Hip hip ...
Hip Hip ...
 
Well done!

Confounding the medical profession is the very best way to respond to a limiting prognosis. If I wore a hat, it would be off to you, dear man! Well done! :rose:
 
Think of Clive James. He took about eight years to shuffle off his mortal coil, after someone said, "You're dying."
 
Bloody marvellous.

Nothing like being an anomaly and confusing the hell out of people.

Keep up the confusion!
 
Today should have been a quiet day before the family celebrates Christmas tomorrow (another long story involving too many December birthdays!).

But the good news has spread around my friends, neighbours and local dog walkers so there has been a constant proocession of people congratulating me and bringing alcoholic gifts...
 
Today I went for a review with the oncology specialist to find out the results of the recent scan and how I am coping with the chemotherapy.

To my surprise, and to the specialist's surprise, the chemo has reduced my cancer cells. That wasn't supposed to happen. The decision to start chemotherapy was finely balanced. It was supposed to be palliative only, reducing the spread and speed of the cancer. But the cancer has retreated.

Apart from losing hair, I have had no side effects of the chemo. Although I am the only person in the county with Lambert-Eaton, and the only one my specialist has ever treated it is supposed to be aggressive and very difficult to treat.

I have two more scheduled sessions of chemo and then another scan in February. If the chemo continues to attack the cancer, I might be suitable for radiotherapy which had previously been ruled out as pointless. Even so, radiotherapy won't cure me, but my survival might be longer than previously thought.

I am an anomaly, confounding the medics, including my medical daughter who can't understand why I am so apparently fit and well - particularly as she has experience of patients with Lambert-Eaton. My blood/oxygen level remains stubbornly at 100% - which is almost unique for anyone with lung cancer.

Perhaps the prayers and good wishes of my friends on Literotica are helping?

Ogg, that is wonderful news; long may you continue to confound your medics.



Today should have been a quiet day before the family celebrates Christmas tomorrow (another long story involving too many December birthdays!).

But the good news has spread around my friends, neighbours and local dog walkers so there has been a constant procession of people congratulating me and bringing alcoholic gifts...

How nice.

Thoughts & Prayers, Ogg.
 
A happy 2020, Ogg. May you see all of it
 
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Set a new goal, Ogg. At least 500 stories published, if not more.

Take heart - sometimes the best doctors can still get it wrong. Best Available Data can still give a BAD prediction. It’s the type of error most doctors would be thrilled to make.
 
Oh, forgive me, Ogg. I forgot to give you sincere good wishes for 2020. Hopes and prayers that I’ll be able to say the same thing for 2021.

:rose:
 
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