"An Apple A Day..."

Is my plan. I finally got that second opinion from the doctor in Baltimore, and now I plan on never going to him again. He took his own sweet time to give me an answer, which put me through such torment and anxiety. I never communicated to him how cruel he was because I knew I'd dump him by the curbside as soon as I got what I wanted. "Find'em, Fool'em, and forget'em" is my motto with him.

His bottom line: he agrees with pretty much everything, except 1) he thinks my doctor should extract fluid from my spine periodically to make sure the tumor hasn't started to spread (Woohoo! Another needle!) 2) he questions one of the chemo medicines my doctor recommended.