is a story about a person who tread where angels fear. A heads-up guy conscious of hitches in his giddyup but nonchalant about the way things are going. OK, the story here is a play on the numbers from the exams just done. A 3a is a good number because it gets things like the body scan covered by insurance. 3a really just says that the biopsy showed malignancy "outside" the 'tate. Put it altogether, it spells WTF??? Now, where were we? The 3a aspect fits nicely into the mams=jams idea being pushed on this site.
So back to the story.

T3a, as we're calling him, is throttling on cruise control to purge himself of cancer, going back to being tinydancer and not be shocked at what's going on underpantser-wise.

Ah, it's too much work detailing these tales just for fun sake. T3a is the living version of success, of cure, of returned momentum heading right to our usual playful manner. Secret:
the writing is just a distraction allowing action that brings satisfaction (I can't get no . . . ) causing strong interaction with my dreamgirl. This is an adventure, it's a task we can handle.