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Taylor's Chemo Chronicles: SKINNY

I love to say I told you so. Yes, petty pyrrhic victories make me smile. And this one is certainly a win with a sharp loser edge.

I told everyone that I lost 25lbs since I was rushed disoriented to the hospital. They all swore I didnt have that much to spare.

I won. I dropped 29lbs. Booyah!! And ouch.

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Taylor's Chemo Chronicle: FREEDOM

Freedom from the hospital just means the cancer fight just shifts to a friendlier battlefield.
My life MUST continue throughout these skirmishes.

My third book, "Something About Sin" (subtitled - What's the worst thing you've ever done?), is still dropping like Brimstone this Fall. Cancer Schmancer, its dropping, keep your eye on the sky.

Literary Provocateurs, LLC - a publishing company with the goal of capturing the dangerously perverse mind and soul of readers and consumers of the same gender loving persuasion.  Also launching this fall helmed by author/activist Nathan James.

2011 is a crazy busy year. Cancer is just an annoying crazy caveat in it.

Bottomline: I've put on my warpaint. I've got my five stones. And unlike that punk Eddie Long, I will throw them all ... and WIN!
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Years ago I made my

Years ago I made my podiatrist giggle by breaking two feet a year apart running on the same beach - Riis.

Now its coming back to haunt me because the second ungainly stride into the surf left me with a metal plate in my foot. In preparation for my radiation MRIs are being planned for today, and we all know magnets and metal have a certain.

Anyway, being fair warned and all that, the procedures are a good. Yay to that.

On another note, crazy old Sally hasn't me again. Double yay to that. Nocturnal visitations from hald-dressed octogenarians becomes disturbing quite quickly.

Taylor's Chemo Chronicles - "Sally"

As chemo comes to an end (YAY) and preparation for targeted radiation beginning on the seven tiny lesions trying to eat my brain - an old lady stalker has beome obsessed with me.

Sally walks in to room at all hours and asks all sorts of questions. I get the feeling I remind her of an old boo. ((Shudder)).

But as long as she isn't privy to sharp objects (though she does get violent with the staff), I thing I can live with crazy Sally.

After all, I'm still crazy hot.

Taylor's Chemo Chronicles: Crash Cart

Three days into my stint here at Christ Hospital in Jersey City, hiccups were still plaguing me.

Then they suddenly stopped. Everything did. I couldn't breathe. An attentive young girl who happened to be visiting my bed-mate had the staff converge. But not before I'd puked the best roasted coffee I'd had in minute.

But at least I could breathe again.

As about 15 staffers stared poisted to deploy any matter of armaments from that awful "cart", and a middle-eastern young doctor leaned in and grilled me - 'What day it is? What year is it?' - all I could think was "wow, he's so pretty!"

Long story short, the hiccups are still a pain but when they seize I know to grab the bucket.

And you did note my location, right? Sweets and flowers aren't frowned upon.

Just FYI.