On the other hand, Cancer is retreating from Michael's neck and chest area, although the Cancer cells continue to resist. A report from the minister of Cancer says that Michael is an infidel and liar and takes baths like a girlie-girl. Michael has admitted to taking baths but says that he has to on account of his arm but isn't an infidel. He has lied in the past.
As expected, Michael is very tired and sleeps most of the day. His dreams are still very graphic and strange. Today he dreamt of being stabbed by something that looked a little like Alf but not as tall as Sasquatch. This was not a nightmare since this Alf-like character was sort of lame and more for a five year old. Michael is relieved that no being in his dreams is telling him to kill anyone, especially not his good friend David Yang.
As mentioned before, this is the second of four chemo treatments with the last one being "high dose". That's gotta be sort of a joke because low dose almost kills you. It was learned today that Michael has to shave all the hairs from his body before entering that phase. Luckily, most of it is already gone (Did you hear that ladies? That's right, no nipple or lower back hair. Va-va-Voom.). Michael also will not be able to eat any fruits or vegetables for a long time. Michael is planning on renting the John Travolta classic, "Boy in the Plastic Bubble" for preparation.
Michael's wife Sherri is in Houston to make fun of the many bad commercials on TV and to aid Michael in his time of need. Sherri will be going home tomorrow to our two fighting kids and a dog that always wants to go outside and play. Sherri admitted the other day that she reads this blog "I'm looking to see where you make fun of me."
Attached is a picture of Michael in his palatial apartment/hotel room at the Rotary House in Houston, Texas. His wife is in the other room sleeping and would have ruined the picture since she is way too pretty to be married to an alien.