It’s like the problems with the port-a-cath are a thing of the past. By living so in the moment, I have had the good fortune to celebrate with the nurse when there is good blood return. I either have to get a life, or I’m doing something good for me. Celebrating anything is good for…
Hi…
I really don’t have any clue what my mom is talking about. I never sing. She probably just has her iPod in listening to her funky tunes, and mistook those voices for my own. Funny story! My dad told me a joke. An older, kinda dumb man is sitting at the bar when he realizes…
Enjoying “A”
As I was writing the entry below about the recent infusion, A and I looked like dualing laptops at the dining table. We laughed as she played this game over and over and over singing and singing random songs at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were aglaze. “I can’t get out of this!” You…
He wears pink high tops
We have been so fortunate to have been assigned a wonderful nurse who is usually the one who works with me at each infusion. She told a story today of being at the gym and seeing a young man (late teens early 20’s) who was very handsome and buff wearing pink high tops. A few…
Transformations
During today’s infusion there was someone who was a few chairs away, behind me. This person was apparently really struggling. I was only peripherially aware of this as I had my ipod on and was tuned into my niece V’s gift of songs which are really fun to sing to. We have mentioned several times…
Some of my favorite things
E and I were going out to take the recycling to the transfer station this morning. As we approached the end of our driveway, I saw in the dusting of snow two very distinct and large hearts which were made by someone evidently turning around in our driveway. I stopped the car at the same time…
Two Zen Monks
Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. “Come on, girl,” said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. The second…
Halfway Through
It has been awhile since I’ve posted. Perhaps I’ve been holding my breath. Certainly, surgery was a turning point in the treatment. The grain of the experience subsequently has taken on an entirely different feel. P met with the Surgeon at the regular scheduled after visit. And there the Surgeon made the claim that, “All…
Is it me or is it chemo?
I marvel at whether what my family experiences in my behavior is actually chemo affect or just me. I don’t know if there is a way to tell. It’s so easy to blame the chemo for the crap. (as IF I didn’t have crap before all of this) As far as the general body stuff, you all…
1/8/10
Feeling better means getting back to work means having less time to do the things I’ve come to realize are SO important to me. And so it is with blogging. I’ve felt real good this week, and have been back to work AT work most of the days. When I picked my kids up the…
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