The farewell tour ran long

Ben Sasse sums up his health as two small bads and one great good. The first small bad: the vomiting went from once a day to five times a day. The second: the rash that used to be on his face has migrated to his scalp, so he bleeds from his head all the time and saturates three pillows a night. His wife is a hell of a team player, so they take turns doing laundry and hunting Amazon for pillowcases by the gross, then throw away the gross gross and keep moving.

The great good is his CA 19-9 number, a measure of cancer residue in the blood in the way A1C measures blood sugar, which is heading the right way. He is on a super drug, and they are kicking butt.

Everyone who sees Kevin Nealon's bit about a buddy who got a terminal diagnosis and then wouldn't die thinks of him. Five and a half months into 90 days to live, his kids are like, let's move this ship on down the road. The farewell tour has gone on a bit long, brother.