Not sure why I chose my dramatic face. Pretty sure I wanted to accentuate the fact I still have eyebrows. I think the ability to grow and keep luscious eyebrows might be my super power.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
This cancer is way better than the last time I had cancer....
I'ts been far longer than I intended since I last update this blog. I imagine that one of the sad truths about a blog devoted to one guys fight with cancer, is that the longer between blog posts could be really really good, or really really bad.
This time, the length between posts was mostly a good thing.
For those keeping track of such things, I got out of the hospital on the 13th of February.
Cancer did not disrupt my ability to plan and execute uninspired and mediocre Valentines festivities. Good to know that some things don't change.
Right before I was released from the hospital
(point of clarification: what's the best terminology for leaving a hospital after a medical stay? Discharge connotes to me some sort of military service or mission completed. It also has a not so pleasant medical connotation. "release" seems to connote a lack of personal say in the decision. Although, the more I think about that, the more that seems to fit. I digress,)
In any event, right before I left they gave me my least favorite chemo drug. Nice thing about round three, is you get to have a pretty good understanding of what's going to come. Friday, Saturday and Sunday were pretty much horrible, at least by modern terms. I suppose were I to compare sunday to the average day of a medieval peasant during an outbreak of the bubonic plague, my weekend wasn't that bad
So the weekend was pretty miserable, but all storms blow themselves out in the end, and it appears that I am departing the sea of the sick headed for the harbor of the well. I don't anticipate being docked in the harbor for very long. I will check back into East 8 this Friday the 22nd. This will hopefully my last admission for a very long time. I should start round 4 of chemo on the 22nd and the chemo portion should last about a week.
I remember about 1% of the conversation I had in 2003 when I was diagnosed with cancer the first time:
Dr Nielson: "Blah Blah Blah, Non Hodkins Lymphoma, Blah Blah Blah, as far as Cancer's go, it's a good cancer to have"
I'm can't really say that I'm happy to be doing this again, but looking at all of the billions of potentially worse situations, maybe my cancer isn't such a bad cancer to have. I probably couldn't have said that looking into starting round 1. Entering round 4 is making me optomistic.
This time, the length between posts was mostly a good thing.
For those keeping track of such things, I got out of the hospital on the 13th of February.
Cancer did not disrupt my ability to plan and execute uninspired and mediocre Valentines festivities. Good to know that some things don't change.
Right before I was released from the hospital
(point of clarification: what's the best terminology for leaving a hospital after a medical stay? Discharge connotes to me some sort of military service or mission completed. It also has a not so pleasant medical connotation. "release" seems to connote a lack of personal say in the decision. Although, the more I think about that, the more that seems to fit. I digress,)
In any event, right before I left they gave me my least favorite chemo drug. Nice thing about round three, is you get to have a pretty good understanding of what's going to come. Friday, Saturday and Sunday were pretty much horrible, at least by modern terms. I suppose were I to compare sunday to the average day of a medieval peasant during an outbreak of the bubonic plague, my weekend wasn't that bad
Here is the top rated search for medieval peasant on google image search. I don't know what a liripipe is but I think it should be 2013's new fashion trend. Also, your welcome for the picture of the peasant.
So the weekend was pretty miserable, but all storms blow themselves out in the end, and it appears that I am departing the sea of the sick headed for the harbor of the well. I don't anticipate being docked in the harbor for very long. I will check back into East 8 this Friday the 22nd. This will hopefully my last admission for a very long time. I should start round 4 of chemo on the 22nd and the chemo portion should last about a week.
I remember about 1% of the conversation I had in 2003 when I was diagnosed with cancer the first time:
Dr Nielson: "Blah Blah Blah, Non Hodkins Lymphoma, Blah Blah Blah, as far as Cancer's go, it's a good cancer to have"
I'm can't really say that I'm happy to be doing this again, but looking at all of the billions of potentially worse situations, maybe my cancer isn't such a bad cancer to have. I probably couldn't have said that looking into starting round 1. Entering round 4 is making me optomistic.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Comedic relief
Watch "Scrubs - Everything Comes Down To Poo" on YouTube
After being poked and measured and analyzed 100 different ways I thought this was pretty funny.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
This post brought to you by Dragons!!!!
I'm sitting here on my bed with my son.
I must admit it takes some getting used to in getting editorial advice from a 7 year old. He's pretty good at reading, and I caught him looking over my shoulder and sounding out some of the words on the page.
I asked him what I should put as the title of this post, and he responded, "Dragons....wait, what are you writing about?" Too late. This post is brought to you by Dragons.
Coolest post ever.
Well, maybe not. Dragons did not have anything to do with this post, although I can imagine many parts of my life would be more exciting if Dragons were involved.
I suppose if I were waxing metaphorical I could speak about the Dragon that is cancer, and how I am a knight fighting said dragons. Seems like a lot of work and not a little pretentious.
Instead Update!
I have been home since "First thing Tuesday morning" which apparently in hospital speak means just after lunch time. Can I tell you just how nice it is to be home? To be able to rummage through the fridge? To go to the bathroom and not have every evacuation measured and documented? Life at home is good.
For those keeping score at home, I'm currently on day 8 of the 21 day cycle of round 3 of chemotherapy. The first six days of this round were in the hospital receiving an interesting amalgamation of toxic chemicals. I got out of the hospital on Tuesday, but had to go back today for a dose of vinchristine.
Here is an interesting tidbit, vinchristine was isolated from the Madagascar Periwinkle in the 1950's. There are over 70 different alkaloid compounds found in the natural plant. It looks like this.
See, this blog is entertaining and informative.
I head back into the hospital again on Friday to get some more chemo. I'm feeling pretty well right now and am savoring the time away.
I must admit it takes some getting used to in getting editorial advice from a 7 year old. He's pretty good at reading, and I caught him looking over my shoulder and sounding out some of the words on the page.
I asked him what I should put as the title of this post, and he responded, "Dragons....wait, what are you writing about?" Too late. This post is brought to you by Dragons.
Coolest post ever.
Well, maybe not. Dragons did not have anything to do with this post, although I can imagine many parts of my life would be more exciting if Dragons were involved.
I suppose if I were waxing metaphorical I could speak about the Dragon that is cancer, and how I am a knight fighting said dragons. Seems like a lot of work and not a little pretentious.
Instead Update!
I have been home since "First thing Tuesday morning" which apparently in hospital speak means just after lunch time. Can I tell you just how nice it is to be home? To be able to rummage through the fridge? To go to the bathroom and not have every evacuation measured and documented? Life at home is good.
For those keeping score at home, I'm currently on day 8 of the 21 day cycle of round 3 of chemotherapy. The first six days of this round were in the hospital receiving an interesting amalgamation of toxic chemicals. I got out of the hospital on Tuesday, but had to go back today for a dose of vinchristine.
Here is an interesting tidbit, vinchristine was isolated from the Madagascar Periwinkle in the 1950's. There are over 70 different alkaloid compounds found in the natural plant. It looks like this.
See, this blog is entertaining and informative.
I head back into the hospital again on Friday to get some more chemo. I'm feeling pretty well right now and am savoring the time away.
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