This was a non-cancerous tumor. That's the good part. The bad part was that, in it's position and it's growth rate, it could have caused some serious paralysis. Three weeks ago, my fingers were starting to become numb at times and, I gotta tell ya, it feared me bigtime. The doctors said this was a critical time in the proceedure so they doubled up on the radiation and steriods. I got so sick to my stomach until I couldn't eat. This dood came into the room with a friggin' joint. He handed it to me and I said, "What am I supposed to do with this?" He told me to smoke it and I'd eat like a pig. I took a couple of good hits and, even though I didn't get the munchkins, I started singin', "Geaux Tigers!"
I gotta lay off that stuff. This is a true story.