That is the question.

Sorry, I am back. Not sure at this point if it is an epilogue, pre-quel, sequel, out takes or a never ending story. The blog has had most everything but a little culture so thought I would take a few words from a well known playwright.

Sam took some offense to my culture comment. He stated that any reference to a standard poodle clearly adds an aire of culture and sophistication to any story line. Sammy the Bad Ass and Big Red, also know as Sam and Lila continue to be my faithful and loyal entourage. Sam retains his dignity despite his splint and Lila continues to strut around with a half a bullystick hanging out her mouth like an old man with a bad cigar.

The real question is to 1a, to 1b or to 2 (no bad ballet pun intended). Dr. Tsai called late yesterday afternoon. He had said that he had read my blog and had enjoyed it which I greatly appreciated.

A few people have commented that they enjoyed my blog or found it entertaining - but almost with a sense of embarrassment. But I take it as a most high compliment. My intent has been to share my story. I hope people that have dared follow along have been informed, perhaps smiled or even laughed, or found some hint of value in my musings.

However, the primary purpose of Dr Tsai's call was my biopsy results. As you may recall 1a is great news, box 1b is very good news and box 2 sucks. Box 1a is like your A plus student, 1b is likened to a A minus, B plus student and Box 2 is your failing student. You have read this far. Box 1b it is. Specifically, there is a 93 percent chance it does not return in three years and a 79 percent chance it does not return in five years. Pretty good Vegas odds if yor’re a betting man. Pretty good news.

Frankly if I was 25 and not 58 years old I would be more disappointed. But at 58 there is probably a pretty good chance that there is 7 percent odds of something happening to me. Flirting a little bit more with the 21 percent odds over five years but those are the cards I was dealt.

I had at one point mentioned biopsy result drinking day but I do not think so. I have tried to keep cancer as a key character actor and never the leading man - so no credit will be given to the biopsy result. But please feel free to hoist your favorite beverage in celebration of life. I will be meeting Rick tonight. In the words of Janis Joplin - Tomorrow never comes. Shakespeare and Joplin in the same blog post. Pretty cool.

What’s next? I think some road trips. Mela is not a fan of road trips but I find them peaceful and may have to do a few with my entourage. I have mentioned before that I love 395. I find it interesting that a such a stark and unforgiving landscape provides me with such peace. September of next year is Italy. But before any road trips or excursions to Italy I will need gas money so full steam ahead on the real estate front.

This weekend is dinner in the city with our daughter, Gina and her beau Steven and his folks. Next month is our other daughters, Nicole, 25th birthday and our granddaughter, Nikola, turns 2. Time flies.

I will also be getting an MRI next month, seeing Dr. Tsai in October, my prosthetic eye artist, Eric, in November and my primary care physician, Dr. Kujok, in December. I guess I am making up for all those years that were doctor free. If I can have as many years with doctors appointments as I did without I will be in great shape.

Perhaps Sammy the Bad Ass, Big Red and myself will start a Poodles On the Run Blog so stay tuned.

God Bless!