DEATH TO CANCER PART IV - Well, DEATH to CANCER!!!!!!!
And the ultimate battle begins, before daylight even, early in the cold morning of November 1st...... GAME FACE IN THE DARK!!! Dressed in my most comfortable sweat pants and my favorite over-sized Camp Fife Staff T-shirt (I bought it in a "get-rid-of-the-inventory" sale, I've never been on Camp Fife Staff), I am ready to deal my cancer one huge butt-breaking blow and kill it soundly. You just don't want to mess with me when I have that face on, especially this early in the morning. STUPID CANCER. It does NOT stand a freakin' chance. DEATH TO CANCER!!! I check in. The check-in lady is confused by my name. They always are. "Is it Stewart or is it Longhurst?" "It's both." "huh??" She gets the paperwork in order. I sign a consent form thus giving the hospital the authorization to host this gruelest of all battles. She asks me about my Health Care Directive. "I don't need a freakin' Health Care D...