I had my annual physical today. No cancer doctors involved, just a friendly internal medicine specialist.
Everything seems fine. No cancer-related issues (swollen legs, swollen nodes, chills, fevers, or night sweats). My EKG is normal. Even got a tetanus shot a few years early so they could add a vaccine for Pertussis (Whooping Cough, which is apparently making a come back, thanks to people not vaccinating their kids. So I'm covered -- whoopie for Whooping Cough!). Blood pressure is normal. She's pleased that I'm still running.
I'll do a blood test next week. Complete blood panel, plus tests for Vitamin D and PSA. I expect everything to be fine. I'll share results, because I expect to be bragging again this year.
So, once again, I retain my title as the healthiest cancer patient around.
This comes on the heels of a sad day, though -- the 30th anniversary of the death of John Belushi. As I celebrate my good health, I can't help but think of how a great talent was wasted because of an open lack of concern for health. It resulted in some great comedy, for sure, but at a huge expense.
So, of all the clips I could use to celebrate Belushi's life, I'm going with this one, which seems oddly appropriate.
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