Yesterday I paid my every-six-week-check-up-for-now visit to Steve Schuster, oncologist extraordinaire. Everything is fine, and my physical recovery seems just about complete (although I cannot say the same for my mental recovery. The days leading up to the check up are very stressful, and Jacqui has to tape my hands together to stop me from poking at every square inch of my body in the hunt for an errand lymph node).
Schuster commented on my hemoglobin levels being so robust, and even jokingly accused me of doping my blood. So today I am packing my bags and heading for the south of France where another young cancer survivor won six consecutive Tour de France. Anyone have a bike I can borrow?