geofffox
Joined 18 years ago
Joined 18 years ago
That being said, AI and I have written some amazing programs to produce beautiful graphics I use on-the-air. And it's all in Python, a language I can read and not write.
If I can do this you should be scared.
BTW - a friend 'in the system' explains the twisting action necessary in today's subway cars would make "The Gimmick" worthless.
Because I'm a pancreatic unicorn people come to me all the time (a German camgirl recently approached me on her professional account when her uncle was afflicted).
It's very sad and I often feel survivors guilt because I know how it will end for them. Pancreatic cancer is not a pleasant way to die.
Once it has spread it is fatal 100%. When Alex Trebek said Stage 4, I knew his fate was sealed in spite of his positive vibe. Undoubtedly Alex knows too.
How did I get lucky? I got sick one night -- vomit and poop simultaneously. It had nothing to do with my cancer, but it got me the tests that found it. Once it was found I was on the medical conveyor belt.
I am 69 and I've never experience medical care close to this. The care was proactive. They made the referrals and appointments. I just had to show up.
To have my cancer removed (there is no cure) took around a half dozen small procedures where I was put out and an angioplasty where my cardiologist yelled, "Geoffrey, I'm trying to work" when I asked too many questions about the technology. This was followed by a six hour, two surgeon Whipple Surgery (consider small by Whipple standards), a week in the hospital, sixteen staples holding my belly together (and diabetes now that I only half half a pancreas), chemo, radiation and more chemo.
I currently receive NO TREATMENT for cancer. No one you know is luckier. I am playing on house money.
In a belt plus suspenders move I underwent 2 rounds (six infusions per round) of chemo plus 28 consecutive weekdays of radiation after surgery. All my doctors are amazed at my recovery, a few saying the best they've seen (though it came with diabetes and a different digestive pathway).
Chemo was awful. Mine came with a bag of steroids first to mask the effects for a few days. I scheduled my sessions for Thursday, knowing it wouldn't hit me until Friday night. One Saturday I slept around 20 hours.
However, by the end we had figured out how to minimize the effect of the chemo. I needed my wife who watched me diligently. Cancer is not a one person job! She made sure every time I opened my eyes I stayed hydrated and ate something.
Chemo should have gotten worse. It actually got easier.
My cancer never caused me pain. The treatment... that's another story. I left the hospital with my belly held together by 16 staples.
I am very happy with my life and where we live. I really don't want develop a big business. Can I just be an artisinal meteorologist?