Done with chemo/future

Well it's been a really long time since I checked in last on the blog. I finished my third and final round of chemo a few weeks ago. I actually skipped my last two bleo shots because of the results of my pulmonary test (lung capacity) weren't good and bleo can do long term damage to your lungs.

The day I found out I was done with chemo I also got some bad news. I was having pain in my neck, arm and arm pit and they found blod clots in those three places. The good news is blood clots in your the upper part of your body are not as dangerous as the ones in your legs because they don't move around. The bad news is I have to take blood thinners for six weeks, which are daily injections in the stomach. The medical port in my shoulder likely caused the clots so I had that removed on Tuesday.

Other than that the road to recovery is underway. My doctor said most people say it takes as long as you did chemo (me 9 weeks) to feel normal again. I am definitely feeling better and even have seen my hair grow a little so each day I expect to get closer to 100 percent.

I have a doctor appointment in two weeks and will do another CT scan to make sure the chemo took care of everything. Fingers crossed no more surgeries for me this year. I could use some good news for once this year haha.

Sorry packed a lot in one post but a lot has happened since my last blog post. Thanks to everyone for the well wishes and kind words you have passed my way over the last few weeks. If I didn't get back to you don't think I didn't appreciate your support. Just been sick and not up to returning calls, emails, texts, facebook messages etc. Hopefully I will be back to 100 percent soon. I know I miss doing normal things like working, playing basketball and simple things like that. Thanks for reading. I'll try to have an update after my next doctor appointment.

Staring round 3/some good news

I know I’ve been slacking with the blogging, but the second round was really tough. The third week I started to feel better, but the first two, especially the first week was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to to do.

The good news is I made it through. I started my third and final round today.

They gave me a patch to wear (Sancuso) this time that is supposed to help with the nausea and anxiety. We will see how it goes.

I also got some really good news today. I did a CT scan last week and the nurses were nice enough to print it for me. It says the lymph node that was enlarged before has gotten smaller and there are no other abnormalities, which means the chemo is doing it’s job.

It was a huge relief to see I’m not doing all this for nothing. Hopefully I can get through this third round and just put all this stuff behind me.

I know this third round won’t be easy, but I’m taking the attitude of let’s get this over with and move on.

I’m not sure how long it will take me to feel completely normal again after this third round, but I’m looking forward to it.

Well that’s all for today, thanks for reading.

Still around

It’s been a while since my last blog, but let’s just say round two really kicked my ass. Basically from Tuesday last week until Sunday morning all I did was go back and forth to treatment and either sleep, get sick or try to eat. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But I got through it and I’m slowly getting better.

I have a meeting with my doctor tomorrow and am hoping to get more help with my anxiety. So far the Zoloft they have gave me has not done much to calm me down. I have week off before I have to go get my next Bleo shot. (I got one yesterday). I just want to be more prepared from my final long week when I start my third round Labor Day week.

I knew chemotherapy was going to be tough, but you’re never truly prepared for it. I never feel “normal” but I’m able to keep some food down and I’m drinking more so I’m getting better. We will see how the next couple weeks go. I’m hoping I start to feel better the closer I get to round 3. Thanks for reading and sorry for not updating in a while.

I also want to to say thanks to my wife and my mom for taking care of me while I was so sick. My wife was a saint as always and my mom took the entire week off work to take me to treatment and help take care of me. I can never really repay them, but just wanted to say thanks. And I of course can’t forget my mother-in-law Mirzeta who is taking such good care of my two beautiful babies so Dina can take care of the big baby (me). I love you all  so much and appreciate your support.

Haircut time

Decided to go for it and shave my head yesterday. My best friend Jeff Fuller decided to do it with me. With the help of the lovely Brooke Zielke I think it came out pretty good. Who knows I might keep the bald look for a little while after this is all over.

P.S. We did shoot some video, will try to upload some later.

Hair update

Forgot to mention in my last post, nearly all my hair fell out while I was in Chicago. It doesn't look horrible, but going to shave the rest off today. Going to try to shoot video of it so hopefully that will work out. Here is a pic from Friday

Start of Round 2

Well I’m back to the grind after a little break. I completed Round 1 and I’m currently sitting at the doctor with Round 2 already started. It’s going to be a long week full of treatment, but I’m ready to get it over with and get closer to moving on with my life.

The last post was long and was really hard for me to put all that out there, thanks to everyone who responded and let me know that I’m not alone dealing with anxiety.

Just going to briefly talk about what happened since my last post.

I had a reaction to a steroid they gave me last week, which led to a funny day with my wife. The reaction caused me to feel like I was on speed and I was talking a mile a minute. I just couldn’t stop talking, which anybody that knows me knows I am usually the opposite.

I couldn’t stop at night either. I kept waking up my poor wife and ended up talking her ear off until 4:30 in the morning. I’m pretty sure she asked for and I gave her the complete run down of every girl I’ve kissed in my whole life. Thankfully I’ve always been honest with her so I had nothing to hide.

The rest of the week went smooth. I decided to go to Chicago for the weekend and Comic Con after getting the OK from Dr. Seid. I made sure to sanitize my hands like crazy and had a great time.

I met wrestlers John Cena (great guy), CM Punk (only rude guy I met), Booker T (great), the Bella Twins (super friendly and talkative) and Maryse (friendly).

Got my pic taken along with my friend Mary Beth with Norman Reedus who plays Daryl on The Walking Dead (he was also in Boondock Saints) and Jon Bernthal who played Shane on The Walking Dead. We couldn’t get near Reedus for an autograph due to all the VIP Boondock Saints and Walking Dead people, but Mary Beth did get Bernthal’s autograph and we talked to him for a few minutes. Found out he was leaving there to go to New York to play a part in Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street. He was a great guy.

Had fun the rest of the weekend with my wife, Sean, Lindsey, Fuller and Mary Beth. Haven’t been to Chicago in a long time and enjoyed the trip.

I came home to a huge surprise. A few of my friends got together and got me a package full of goodies. Just to name a few things it included the brand new The Rock shirt, a CM Punk shirt, iTUnes gift card, two packs of wrestling trading cards and a vintage David Robinson cup and for the @Dadboner fans out there, there was a Timehouse, the Kate Upton GQ and a Chilis gift card. Hope I’m not forgetting anything as I’m at treatment and don’t have the stuff with me today.

So to everyone involved in the package, Jake, TRV, Biggs, Steil and Joel thanks from the bottom of my heart. I knew we were friends but never thought you guys would take the time, money and effort to put something like this together for me. I really appreciate it and it really helped pick me up heading into this long week of treatment.

I’ll update more this week since I’ll be here all week long. Thanks for reading.

Hair report

Haven't shaved or got a hair cut in 3 weeks. Pretty sure it stopped growing, but not falling out yet. I know some of you are really looking forward to bald Dave, but going to have to keep waiting for now ...

Dealing with anxiety and a strange episode

Let me just start by saying anxiety is a bitch. It’s something I’ve battled with my whole life. I have my own personal reasons and family history for not wanting to use medication to help me with anxiety. It cripples me to the point where people think I’m just some shy weirdo, but up until now I wanted to handle it without the help of medication.

Well last night I had quite an “episode.” The medication I take had some type of weird reaction last night where I started to feel really weird, almost a numbness or high. I’ve never done drugs so I’m not sure what a high is, but in my estimation I was higher than a damn kite last night.

It started around 10 p.m. I thought it was just a temporary few minute thing and was laughing hysterically at the smallest things (again like I was stoned or something).

Well my wife was tired so she went to sleep. I stayed up watching the olympics by myself (yeah I’m addicted to the Olympics). I started to feel more and more stoned. I was watching the men’s gymnastics and started entering my own version of the major tripping balls stage. I was in like a trance watching these dudes hop around and I’m pretty sure I even started to think I could do what they were doing, thankfully I did not try.

I was getting freaked out, but decided to try to sleep. That’s where things got even weirder. I then got the thought stuck in my head that if I went to sleep I wouldn’t wake up and my wife would find me dead in the morning. I don’t know what chemo brain exactly is but for the next hour or so I think I had some form of it.

Everything seemed so bizarre. I was talking slow but felt I was talking fast. I would be mumbling one second, laughing the next, then crying about missing my son moments later. I’m not sure how my wife handled it, but I was for the lack of the better word acting like a complete nutjob.

We decided to go the emergency room. I talked the whole way, probably not making much sense. Thankfully when we got to the hospital I was over the crying and weird babbling about everything from what I had for lunch to missing my little brother stage. I was just feeling stoned while there. Everything was funny to me, but I tried to act as normal as but honest as possible when a nurse or doctor came in.

They weren’t really sure what the cause was. Gave me some Benadryl. Eventually I started to feel a little better and went home.

I went in for my final treatment of my first round today. I told my doctors about my episode and even they are unsure what caused it but think anxiety could have played a role.

Reluctantly I am going to start taking Zoloft for anxiety tonight. I probably need it to get me through these next two rounds.

I don’t know if I’m being a baby, but my whole life I’ve really tried to avoid getting on pills to “cure” my anxiety. Nothing against people who take these medications. I’ve never gone to a doctor or talked to anyone other than my wife about it before. It can get really bad at times. It starts with me simply being shy around people, but begins to build. If I don’t say anything at first and keep being quiet, in my head I begin to feel that if I finally say something now it has to be super important or incredibly funny. But what usually happens is I don’t say a word and I’m eventually either labeled shy or quiet weirdo.

Sometimes I get over it and begin to be myself. It takes some work on my part. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard people say I didn’t know you were so funny or something to that effect. Well yeah because I didn’t say a word because my anxiety rendered me a mute. I was voted most shy in high school because my anxiety would often render me to silence. I knew that wasn’t the real me, but couldn’t do anything to change it.

I still have that problem in certain settings and it’s hard for me to break out of that shy guy mode. It usually takes an effort by someone else. Once I feel comfortable around one person, I tend to start be more outgoing. If nobody comes to my rescue then it’s captain shy.

I’ll see how this pill works. Maybe I’ll start being Mr. Life of the Party everywhere I go with Zoloft. Somehow I doubt it, but I’ll try it. At least while I’m going through chemo. I believe I'll kick cancers ass with or without the Zoloft, but if it helps me avoid another night like last night then I'll be happy.

In other bad news my white blood cell count was down so I have to be extra careful about sanitizing my hands and avoiding sick people. They were up last week so not sure what caused the switch, but not happy about it because I am supposed to go to Chicago for Comic Con this weekend.

Maybe I’m just being stubborn, but I already paid a lot of money to go so I’m going to go. I am going to make sure to keep sanitizing my hands, maybe even wear a mask and avoid contact with people as much as possible.

I know some people don’t want me to go, but damnit cancer can kiss my ass I’m going.

Sorry it’s kind of long post today and maybe rambling, but just wanted to tell the good and the bad. Thanks for reading, especially if you actually made it this far.

Checking in

Sorry haven’t updated my blog in a few days. I’ve had some ups and downs during the last few days. I’ve battled a lot of fatigue, napping often and going to bed early. I’ve had a few fits a nausea too, but nothing since Monday.

I’m starting to feel a little better today and I have been helping my mom watch the kids. It’s nice to get to spend some time with them and they look so much bigger each time I see them.

Ben is up to his usual trouble, while Emma is really starting to get vocal and it’s funny to listen to her babble away.

I got my second bleo shot Tuesday and it went relatively easy. I had the chills for a little bit last night, but not long. I was out by 8 p.m., but I did go walk around the mall for a little while which could have contributed to be me being tired.

I’ve been told by multiple sources that drinking as much as possible is the best thing to do, but find it difficult to find anything I actually want to drink lately. Something about water reminds me of going to chemo and makes me want to throw up so I can’t drink that. I have been trying gatorade and other drinks. I need to start drinking more so hopefully I can find something appealing.

Well that’s all for now, just wanted to check in. Thanks for reading.

Popping my vomit cherry

Just wanted to check in. I had a rough night/morning nausea wise.

I threw up for the first time last night and actually felt better after. I decided to go watch my kickball team play, but we didn’t have enough to play unless I played so I decided to play.

It felt good to get my mind off things and I played alright given the circumstances. I got a few hits and even scored a run. I tried to drink as much as I could since I was sweating, but I don’t think I should have drank so much so fast.

I got home and vomited again, pretty bad. My wife called the doctor and he called in some Zofran for me. I took one and was able to keep some food down.

I woke up with a stomach ache, but felt OK. Dina left to get the kids and for whatever reason I got full of anxiety about going back Tuesday and threw up again. I felt a little better after.

Now I’m just trying to write this and take my mind off things while I wait for my wife to get back with the kids.

I really miss them and got a chance to play with Ben yesterday. He still doesn’t quite get the concept of his power wheel, but we still had fun. He has a birthday party to go to today where the Tigers mascot Paws will be there so it should be fun.

My mom is coming to watch Emma and I might go or stay home depending on how I feel.

Well that’s all for now, but with the start of the Olympics I’ll share a song that’s helped me get through some tough times the past day.

Day 5, first cyle

I try to hide it on the surface, but I can be an emotional guy. Most people take me as either shy or arrogant because I can be standoffish. Shy I can see sometimes, but don't know where arrogant comes from.

I try to hide my emotions and end up sort of shutting down. Well as I sit her finishing the final day of my first long week of chemo, I'm a little emotional, but glad I have broken out of my box and gotten to know the nurses here a little bit. They are really helpful and here to make you feel better. They have made my stay much easier and I'm glad they have taken the time to assist me in any way they can.

It's been a hard week not only for me, but for those close to me. I started off the week with a positive attitude and while I'm not quite the ray of sunshine I was Monday, chemo has not broke me yet.

Don't know if I'm making much sense, but just wanted to write a blog to kill some time.

The mornings the last two days have been difficult because of my nerves. In the past I could feel nauseous for the smallest things. Chemo certainly amplifies that, but the prescriptions have certainly helped.

I have three days off after today, which I'm looking forward to. Especially getting to spend some time with the kids. I've been pretty exhausted at times after treatment, but I hope my energy will get up over the weekend. After all I have a 2-year-old in a mini cooper to chase.

Hope I'm not bouncing around too much with the chemo brain. Thanks for reading.

Day 3, Cycle 1

Sitting here on Day 4 of my first cycle and feeling pretty good. I had some anxiety this morning and when I got here, but have since calmed down. It’s a long week and something about Thursday just had me feeling like it wasn’t going to end.

Day 3 was expected to be a tough one because it was my first full dose of Bleo, but I handled it pretty well. It has been known to cause flu like symptoms, which can be problematic when your immune system is not full strength.

I avoided any flu like symptoms, which was a good thing. All the nurses here have been extremely helpful and made me glad I choose to use this facility.

I had a few visitors yesterday and my wife’s work send me some cookies to the house, which I appreciated. (I love cookies.)

My mom came over our house after she got off work so Dina could go see the kids. But I was feeling a little better so me and my mom went on a top secret mission to Toys R Us and got Ben a brand new mini cooper Power Wheel. We got a pretty good deal too. The battery needed to be charged, but he was still excited.

It was nice to see him even for only a few minutes. I got to see Emma too, who I hear has been a great girl for her Nana.

I don’t know if my kids will ever read this blog one day, but if they do just know Daddy loves you and you were the light at the end of the tunnel for me. I want to grow old so I can see how great you both turn out and be there every step of the way.

Thanks for reading.

Visitor

My first repeat visitor besides Dina. She is No. 1 in our hearts and the power rankings Mary "Insultini" Beth. Fuller, Katrina and Lisa are right behind MB at one visit apiece.

Three wise women

I’m in a writing mood so I figured I would make a bonus post today to thank some of my unsung heros.

First is my wife. She has and will be my side throughout this whole thing. I really couldn’t do it all without her. She makes sure I stay organized. She is nice when I need it and it gives me that extra push when I need it. She does it all not because she wants any admiration or for some future gift. She does it because she loves me. That is the most amazing help you can ever receive so I’m so thankful I have her.

She has said several times she would switch places with me if she could, but I wouldn’t. I think things worked out just fine and will work out in the end.

The other two amazing women in my life I want to thank are my two mothers. My biological mom, who has been there my whole life. She had me at the young age of 18 and always put my needs first. I could never thank her for all she’s done. She continues to do the same and I know it’s hard on her seeing a child go through something like this, but trust me mom I will be OK. I couldn’t imagine seeing one of my children go through this. It’s true you don’t really appreciate how much your parents sacrfifced for you and how much they truly love you until you have kids of  your own. My two babies have helped me realize how hard my mom has worked so that I could have a good life. I appreciate everything you have done and will continue to do for me mom. I love you.

The other amazing woman is my mother-in-law Mirzeta. I like to refer to her as a saint because of he patients and love for my kids and my wife. She has adopted me as her own and I couldn’t ask for a better mother-in-law. She never hesitates to help us out no matter what we need. Even if it’s watching two children under 3 while I undergo treatment. I feel bad when Dina tells me her mom is crying because she is worried about me, but it also shows me how much she cares and how much Aldina’s whole family cares for me.

Anybody that knows the history of me and Dina knows winning over her family is a huge deal for me. I’m glad that I was able to because they are a great group of people.

There are plenty of others I can thank so far during my treatment but wanted to single out these three amazing women.

I love and adore all three of you. I’m one lucky man.

Day 2, Cycle 1 of treament

My second day of treatment went pretty smooth. I had quite a few battles with the hiccups (they can get super annoying when constant). Not sure what worked, but got them under control on and off.

My good friends Jeff Fuller and Mary Beth stopped by, which was really nice of them plus it gave Dina a chance to go see the kids. Visitors are welcome just check with me if you want to come by. I am only allowed two at a time.

Once I left treatment yesterday I was very tired and slept most of the rest of the day. I woke up to eat a light meal and a few other things, but for the most part slept.

I’m sitting here on Day 3 of my treatment and I’m a little antsy. I feel like running around with my girlfriend aka my IV tower.

Made an acquaintance yesterday. An older gentleman recommended drinking room temperature liquids to help with hiccups and it seemed to help. Forgot his name, but he was only here a few minutes today. Told him thanks for the tip.

Not exactly a moment like in the movie 50/50 were he bonds with some of his peers getting treatment, but it’s a start.

Nothing else really to report, except my hair is still intact. Probably won’t make it through the first round, but so far it’s holding on like it has for years lol. Thanks for reading.

Test photo

Day 1 of Cycle 1

My first day of chemo went relatively well. It didn’t start off very good thanks to a misinterpretation on my part.

My medical port wasn’t drawing back blood when they first tried it. My nurse, who was extremely nice the whole day, went to get another nurse to try it again. She couldn’t get it to draw blood back either.

I overheard them talking about getting the X-Ray from the hospital to confirm and then possibly trying again. I interpreted trying again as doing another port surgery. That with the added anxiety of it being my first day I began to feel like I was going to pass out. I went white, started sweating like crazy and began to feel dizzy. I took one of my medications (Ativan) which helps for anxiety and nausea. I felt better in a couple minutes, but a bit embarrassed. Not the type of start the big strong, young man wanted to get off too lol.

I was later told my port was working and not drawing back blood was somewhat common. The rest of the day went smooth. They pumped a ton of stuff in me including my Etoposide and Platinum along with a test portion of Bleomycin. I get another test of Bleomycin today before getting the full dose Wednesday. From what I read by my brothers at the tc.cancer.forum I know the Bleomycin days can sometimes be the worse with flu like symptoms likely to follow.

I was at the treatment center nearly six hours, but filled my time watching a movie, a Pawn Stars marathon and we even got a chance to Skype with Ben for a few minutes.

After leaving I was a little tired and tried to take a nap, but it didn’t make me feel better, it was almost making me feel worse. I decided to eat something which did make me feel better.

I ended up watching the 1000th episode of Raw with a few buddies and it was a good time. Probably won’t see many of them much until this is over. It was a good show and if you can’t tell by they name of my blog I’m a huge pro wrestling fan. I know, I know, bring on the jokes. I can’t help it though. It’s part of my DNA and I’ve been watching on and off since I was in elementary school. Sometimes I’ll go away for a few years, but it always pulls me back. A co-worker of mine Drew made me a flash drive with a ton of old wrestling on it, which I’m sure I will enjoy during my treatment.

In case you wondering where the name of blog comes from, it’s pro wrestling. It’s named after the wrestler The Rock’s catchphrase Team Bring It. The Rock is a very inspirational guy and just a great human in general. He often send out inspirational tweets on his Twitter account with the hashtag #TeamBringIt.

On the day of my orchiectomy surgery (removal of the testicle) I wore my ‘I Bring It’ Rock t-shirt. I went into surgery with a cocky (but full of anxiety) attitude of I will beat this. I have been kicked down a few times since and gotten back up a few times, but I’m still bringing the cocky (with a touch of anxiety) attitude to chemo. I will beat this because I Bring It.

Not much else to report. Hoping Day 2 goes as well as Day 1. Thanks for reading.

Day 2 preview: Battling a pretty bad case of the hiccups as I type this. Might need to pull up that episode of Phineas and Ferb where they try to get rid of Isabella’s hiccups. It sounds dumb but man these things are annoying.

Calm before the storm

Laying down after my final weekend before I start treatment on Monday. Nothing spectacular to report but grateful for the time I got to spend with family friends, especially my wife and two kids (Ben and Emma) this weekend.

It’s going to be hard not seeing my kids as much as I go through this. It’s unfair to ask my wife to try to take care of me and two kids under 3 so they will be spending a lot of time at my in-laws.

Dropping them off tonight was tough. We have dropped them off to stay the night before, but for some reason this time was different. I held my two-month old daughter before we left and I knew I have to beat this and be strong for her and Ben.

While I wish I didn’t have to go through this at all, I’m grateful my kids are too young to see what is going on. It’s going to be much easier on them.

I also wanted to thank everyone for their support of my first post. I heard from friends I had not talked to in years. Some were even cancer survivors or had people close to them beat cancer. I appreciate everyone that reached out to me and took the time to read my first post.

I’ve had a lot of anxiety this weekend, but I’m also eager to get started and get closer to the end. I hope to check in and report after tomorrow.

I just wanted to leave with a little video of one of my favorite speeches. It’s a speech by Al Pacino’s character in Any Given Sunday (if you watch skip to about 1:40). It’s a great speech and can somewhat apply to my situation. He talks about being willing to fight for every inch. I know my cancer is less than an inch right now, but I’m willing to fight for it. As Pacino says, “I’m willing to fight and die for that inch.”

Thanks for reading.

First post

Cancer. It’s a word you hear all the time. It’s a scary disease. Everyone knows someone who has battled or died from cancer.

The word takes a new meaning when you hear you have it.

I was alone at home when I first heard I had cancer.

I admit it, I cried like a baby when I found out I had testicular cancer. The doctor told me over the phone because he wanted to make sure I came back in to see him. 

He avoided the word cancer at first. Saying they found a tumor and things like that. But I needed to hear him say it, so I kept asking questions.

He finally said the words testicular cancer and my worst fears were realized. I had been researching on the internet like we all do and had my fingers crossed it was a hernia. Imagine that, hoping you had a hernia?

I remained calm on the phone, but once I hung up I began to cry. I admit I have cried before but never quite like that. I probably looked like a bad actor over doing it. I’m kind of glad nobody saw it, but I’m not ashamed to admit I did it.

My wife knew the doctor had called, but I waited until she got home to tell her.

Learning I had cancer was hard, telling everyone I loved about it was even harder. First I told my wife then my mom over the phone. I wanted to tell my mom in person, but she drug it out of me.

Eventually everyone close to me found out and I began to prep for surgery.

To think it all started because of a little pain. A pain I’m glad I did not ignore like many men in my situation do.

First I had to see my family doctor, then the urologist and then the always fun ultrasound of your testicles.

But if I waited it could have been a lot worse.

I originally thought of doing a blog when I was first diagnosed, but there was a chance I would have it removed and maybe a little radiation then be done.

Unfortunately that has not been the case.

My type of cancer (95 percent NonSeminoma) is not treated by radiation and is a much more aggressive form. But still after I had my surgery there was an 70-80 percent chance the surgery cured me because I was considered Stage I.

For four months I hoped I was done with cancer. I recently found out my battle is not over and I will have to do three rounds of chemotherapy (BEP).

I had a port put in my shoulder on Monday and start chemo on July 23.

Each round last three weeks so I have a rough nine weeks ahead of me.

People have asked me if I’m scared? The answer is of course yes. Who wouldn’t be?

I might be scared, but I am going into chemo with confidence I will beat this.

The odds are on my side (in the 90s). This blog is going to be part of my fight. I’m going to tell all the good things and the bad.

I don’t really like drawing attention to myself, but in this case I will have to suck it up.

People often tell my wife they don’t bring up my cancer to me because they don’t want to upset me. That’s fine. It’s a tough thing to talk about and it’s uncomfortable, but if anyone has a question just ask me. You have my permission.

Well that’s all for my first post. Hope you enjoyed it. I will try my best to update as much as possible. Thanks for reading.