By now, you know my origin story. On 26 June 2012, I was standing by the graveside of another superhero, my Great Uncle Ray Moore. (Eagle Scout, WWII veteran, one of many rescuers of Apollo 13) Something must have morphed into me on that day, for I wound up in the hospital with acute appendicitis.
There was probably a radioactive spider bite involved someplace, as the truth turned out to be a terminal illness.
I had my emergency surgery, and they began pumping in many noxious drugs in an attempt to execute whatever microscopic beasties remained in my system without actually poisoning me. One of the drugs was platinum-based (Oxalaplatin, aka "Satan's Drool"), and I was sardonically disappointed at the time that it didn't turn me into a T-1000
But in the end, I had superpowers anyway. Midway through my chemo cycle, I donned a backpack and climbed the highest mountain in Massachusetts
, Mount Greylock. Talking to my oncologist yesterday, she tells me that I have since become legendary in the oncology department - she still tells that story to new patients afraid of what chemo will do to them.
Yesterday's visit was officially my last. I will need to return on an annual basis for monitoring, but I won't even see my oncologist anymore - next year is with the Nurse Practitioner for a checkup. I have one remaining CT scan due in October to complete my cycle.
I'm still not faster than a speeding bullet, or able to leap tall buildings in a single bound....but I beat cancer, and of course I have managed to inspire others to do so without even realizing it.
It's a long way from the days of "Captain Chemo".