Self-Radiated My Tumor

I went to the Stanford Oval and watched my friends play volleyball. It was a nice day and I got lots of sun and it felt really good. I guess I would watch out for cancer from the sun, but fortunately, I already have cancer. My friend sent me Lance Armstrong's book to read and I feel very fortunate I don't have what he had, ha! The kids at the hospital last week inducted me into the Cancer Club, and they gave me a set of Cancer Cards to use whenever I need them. They are hillarious. They are things like the "Shut up and listen, I have Cancer" card and the "Sorry for speeding officer, but I was on the way to the hospital, I have cancer" card. Apparently, the kids use their cancer cards all the time, like to get into college and to get out of cleaning their room. I was also given some oral mouth rinse that is good for helping keep mouth-sores away...the kids say mouth-sores are the worst part. They say everything is the worst part right before I get it, just to scare me. MRI Thursday. Meeting with my oncologist May 1.