I received the booster infusion on Thursday. I've only got one more "set" of these to go. The end is in sight. I'm feeling great. The most annoying side effect is an unpleasant metallic taste in my mouth a few days after each infusion. It seems to be more pronounced with each infusion.

I had an opportunity to give a "testimonial" at church on Sunday about how I believe my mindset and my faith in God have helped me deal with the recurrence and (I believe) helped me go into remission so swiftly. I do have quite a lot to say about a lot of things. I started writing a book after the first diagnosis and one of these days I'll get around to finishing it. It's basically an autobiography with some life lessons/philosophy added in. Some people might be quaking in their boots at the thought of me writing an autobiography (some juicy stuff - go figure). While it will be an honest look at events from my perspective, it wouldn't be done in the spirit of "I'm going to screw you because you screwed me." Really. I've been able to analyze and take responsibility for my own contributions to various situations. I don't have an axe to grind with anyone (anymore) ;-) I've experienced the truth that forgiveness of self and others liberates you from the chains of the past. I realized I didn't want to be stuck in the rut of living in the residual circumstances of past actions and decisions. My anger or resentment meant nothing to the person(s) targeted by my emotions. He/she/they could care less so the only person being harmed by the anger was the one holding on to it: me. I've learned how to let it go. Who I am NOW is what matters and how I choose to live the rest of my life. In most respects I don't even feel like the same person I was five or six years ago. Heck, I'm not the same person I was 10 or 20 years ago. In my mind, that's a good thing. I was a wimp. Dealing with a potentially fatal disease teaches you many things and shines a new perspective on what it means to live and what it means to love.