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Dear Son,

I just finished my last session of radiation therapy this morning and am now in a healing period. The radiation is like being cooked on the inside by a microwave oven.

A few people are amazed I can still play tennis but playing helps. It keeps me active and the doctors feel it is good therapy. These young bucks think they can beat me, but I still shock a few and this verifies my thinking that I am tough enough.

I have not had too many side effects, but I get tired. I am in good shape, but no one can tell if the tumor is diminished until they take X-rays.

I have lost quite a bit of weight. I look svelte at 150 pounds. So far, no women have attacked me. But I live on hope.

The doctors worry that the radiation might cause more problems than it solves. They said something about thinning my internal organs and bleeding from my stomach. I said I’d take my chances.

I’ve enjoyed not working. I keep busy with tennis, domestic chores, reading, picking up them apples so I could mow the lawn. I’ve washed the walls and ceilings in the kitchen, and a myriad of other foolish things. I keep fighting, moving, and am full of faith and hope (piss and vinegar).

Basically, I’m a very happy guy.

The more I think about dying, the more I want my life to be a positive statement. I’d be lying if I told you I had no regrets and I’d be lying again if I told you you won’t have any of your own. I know one thing though. You just keep taking your chances on living.

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Shillman Research Fellow for the Committee for Accuracy in Middle East Reporting and Analysis. His opinions are his own.

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