As Huey Lewis once crooned, I Want a New Drug. And just like Huey, I am switching my bone-regrowth elixir to something called Xgeva, which according to one person on staff here “we must’ve gotten a good deal on because it’s our preferred drug.” I found that funny, then disturbing, then funny again. Dr. Z tells me it’s better because it’s a shot, not an infusion.
I also met Nellie today. She has small-cell lung cancer, the kind you can get without being a smoker. She came over to me because one of the other patients in the waiting room told her I was an author. She’s not doing too well today, but I’m not sure if that’s a temporary thing or a bigger deal. She’s been fighting for 2.5 years. The cancer is gone from her lung, but it keeps coming back elsewhere. She asked if I go to church, and invited me to come to hers, a Church of Christ location in Buford, GA, which I imagine means lots of fire and brimstone. I’m thinking about it…
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