Tonight I start drinking my 900ml of barium sulfate suspension for tomorrow's CT scan.
This one's a biggie in that it may tell if I'm winning, losing or playing to a draw in the spectator-unfriendly game of chemo.
If you're a believer in good vibes, religious prayer, or universal connectedness, send what you've got my way. Between you all and me I don't feel optimistic, but that could be the chemo or one of my seven tumors talking.
But maybe the twisty straw will spur me on to victory!