 My life changed almost two years ago and I was diagnosed with cancer. I'm 73 years old, I'll be 74 in June. I volunteered for the draft and so I went in in November 67. I went to Vietnam in June of 1968. I operated in along the DMZ, you know, regularly and that was at that 1968-69 I was I assumed the most heavily defoliated patch of real estate on the planet. It wasn't that it was a big fact, you know, oh my gosh, this has been defoliated. I mean it was just part of the landscape. So if you have bladder cancer, if you're out there walking in the, you know, in the countryside, sleeping in it, although nobody slept, the point is if you lived in the environment to some extent, it occurs to you that if you're in a heavily defoliated area sometimes, you know, there might be a connection. Could this be a factor? And they said, no, it's a different kind of cancer. But I said, wait a minute, if I had it in my prostate, it would be considered under the umbrella of Agent Orange. You know, and that's like what, a muscle thickness away. They're sort of maneuvering me toward the end of the toolbox saying, well, we're trying these things and so I may be looking at losing my bladder in the next, you know, six months a year, unless this next round is more promising. So it's not an optimistic prognosis, you know what I mean?