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And... I'm back



Sorry, its been so long between posts.

Chemo ended at the end of August. Immunotherapy began three weeks later, and still continues.

My cancer battle is an interesting one, especially since it has caused another war waged against poverty.

So when my laptop went KAPUT in September, the ability to write online was greatly reduced. I cannot type on my phone comfortably.

But I'm back with more insight as my battle with the Beast continues.

Thanks for traveling with me.
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