So I went to City of Hope (cancer center) for my quarterly scans and checkup. Normal routine. Blood work first, then a CT scan of my chest, then a checkup with my Oncologist. It's always a little nerve-wracking until the Onc says "all good". Yesterday, he said it again. Have to admit, I'll never get tired of him saying "all good". Sure beats the alternative, which I've heard once too many times in my life!

Anyway, he immediately followed up "However....." (Uh.....I don't do "howevers" ). He went on to say my "liver counts" were elevated and showed signs of &*(_#^(_&*. Don't remember exactly what he said, but you get the idea. He said I've gained a few pounds and my liver is showing it. The fat is building up around the liver and affecting its effectiveness. He went on to say that I need to get it taken care of before it causes permanent damage. If I lose weight, he expects the liver numbers to come back down, too.

My bathroom scale read 240 this morning. I know it's low, but ignorance is bliss. I'm up 10 pounds since the end of my chemo just over a year ago. So, I got up this morning and got about 20 miles in and am sitting here eating Costco chicken, carrots and peaches. Guess I have to get serious about this. I don't like the sound of "permanent damage".

However, in the grand scheme of things, I guess having my Oncologist tell me to drop some weight is the best "bad news" he can deliver, considering he is well qualified to deliver MUCH worse news to people!