I'll just give it to you straight. I've relapsed and will have to start all over again. I enter the hospital later this week to get the poison, which will hang from little bags strung from a pole I'll take with me everywhere I go. Not that I'll go far.
Ironically, I feel healthy and strong. This will not last, nor will my hair, which I'm going to shear off in a pre-emptive strike. I'm trying my best to be philosophical, and except for a few middle-of-the-night crying jags, I've maintained my dignity and sense of humor.
Looks like the Plog will be going prime time once again. Watch for continued updates. Who knows what the scriptwriters have up their sleeves.