By ice rivers
Today was my first day of radiation. The beginning of active warfare against the terrorist cells hiding in my prostate.
The whole deal took about fifteen minutes and most of that time was spent in positioning my body to get the best shot at those son of a bitches and stop them before they spread any further.
We're going to be bombarding them for the next 28 days...27 now.
They were trying to stay hidden and had built up a little bit of a fortress over the past couple of years before the biopsy identified them and the cat and body scans located their hideout.
They were trying to kill me.
We got 'em now.
We got a great team.
We're done with their sneaky shit.
They are invading us baby boomers at a frightening rate. You want to know the chances of a male to have a significant secret invasion going on in his prostate? It's simple, take your age and subtract 25.
If you're fifty, it's a 25% risk etc.
We're sick and tired of these terrorists.
We've learned how to find 'em.
We can find' them before they spread and we can blast the shit out of 'em.
I started radiating the bastards today. I plan on enjoying the hell out of the next 27 sessions.
Of course since this is war, there will be some collateral damage...bring it on.
Every day as a species, we get more precise at droning and defeating these cells. I'm one of the first baby boomers. I'm proud as hell to be making my stand.
We're not gonna take it.