Dup's not giving up
That's me making a gritty smile at the camera this morning. James and I were waiting for my followup with Dr. Brian Fricke with the Department of Physical Medicine at the Mays Cancer Center in San Antonio. The news was not good, and I wasn't surprised. I'd had high hopes that the two rounds of low-beam electron radiation would put Dup into remission, like it's done for a lot of patients. But instead, my nodules have increased and grown. I know I shouldn't give up yet. But dang, it's hard to stay optimistic when you can feel your hand tingling and tightening. I hate looking at my left hand. Makes me feel squeamish. Yes, I'm a wuss – the pits and grooves in my hand rank right up there with blood and guts. And Dup is starting in my right hand, too. Lovely. I know there are so many other people with worse Dupuytren's than me. But some days, I just have to have a little cry about the future. What will my hands be like next year? In five years? Ten years?...