High Maintenance Mexicans

I continue to ride an enormous wave of healing energy and at a rather rapid pace. It's simply amazing, all of my senses are heightened and my perceptions feel almost psychic. I have found a new paradigm of my surrounding world and beyond. Maybe it's better to say that my paradigm has just shifted and my awareness has evolved. Either way, it's obvious that I am a better man.

This cancer has been quite the roller-coaster ride. The ups and downs of the ride represent my day-to-day battle with my disease and I know that I'm currently on the biggest drop of the ride. Many would agree that this is the best part of any roller-coaster ride, but it's the part I alwaysfeared most. An initial steep fall like this sure makes my tummy queasy, but its only a matter of moments before I regain an understanding of the forces working with me. My body is now a precision-built high maintenance machine. I've been finely tuning my machine towards a cure ever since my diagnosis. My doctor remains understated, yet impressed with my phenomenal progress. This trend is reflective in both my medical charts and MexicanArmstrong.org's business intelligence reports.

But I have no fear now. It didn't take me long to figure out that there is absolutely no room for fear or anger when curing cancer. Neither emotion is conducive to a healing state. I have replaced these counterproductive emotions with as much happiness and charm that I can fit into each and every cell in my body. This fundamental change in attitude has been a key ingredient in my most current success and I continue to hone my new disposition daily. I particularly enjoy practicing introducing myself as Mexican Armstrong. I confidently say with a smile that I have late stage cancer and wait for a reaction. The look on people's faces is always amusing, some reactions are priceless. It's a small victory for me when I can get them to smile or laugh with me about my disease.

My mind now sees a World and Universe with infinite possibilities and a body with a finite amount of cancer cells. My cancer curing campaign has been Superman-esque these last couple of weeks and I know I can't continue at such a grueling pace. There is now a slow-down on the horizon and I welcome its reduced velocity. It's time for me to be Clark Kent now, but with a little more southern gentleman in him. A man who is more graceful, humble and maybe even a bit more dapper (a new suit does sound nice).

Lean on Me Brother - taking care of business as a little Mexican

I think I'll start by taking my sister for a manicure and pedicure. It will be a first for me and I'm really looking forward to the therapy, my hands are very dry from the metals coming through them.

As I walk through the spa, I think to myself, "I hope I don't make any rookie mistakes here." Those are rarely initial confidence boosters. But it didn't take too long before my sister informed me that the "mani-pedi" she just ordered for me doesn't mean "manly pedicure". Oh well, at least I didn't make a fool of myself while sitting next to that really cute blonde.

Joel C. Diaz II

Mexican Armstrong

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2 days after completing a successful week of round-2 chemo, getting a manly pedicure with my little sister.


Hippie Mexicans wearing what my mom calls "Burrken-bockers"

Hermano y Hermana - A picture only a mother could love