A lot has happened since I last wrote about my most recent cancer diagnosis. I won't go into the grisly details, but a complex sequence of events led to more leg surgery. It was necessary to replace my entire right femur from the knee to the hip. Over half of my right leg is metal now! While lying in the staging room before surgery, I told my surgeon that I hoped this was the last part he'd have to take out of me.
They successfully removed the tumor in my leg. Fortunately, the bony portion was almost completely dead after just one chemo treatment. That makes me confident that the other tumors in my lungs are similarly affected.
Recovery has been difficult but remarkably quick. I am regaining motion and strength every day, can already put my full weight on the leg, and am getting around well with crutches. The downside of a quick recovery is that the doctors were eager to start chemo again. I started the second round of high-dose