I really meant to post more during this sad saga, but somewhere after the first month fatigue, apathy, pain, and a complete loss of my sense of humor happened. My days consisted of getting up and going to treatment. Each week consisted of daily radiation, one day of chemo and two doctor visits somewhere in … Continue reading Weeks 5-7. The Slog.
When I started treatment, nearly every doc said that week three, maybe four, was things would start going pear shaped. The wheels of the car would wobble and fall off. Nice analogy saying basically, the hardcore pain was due. Honestly I felt lucky and figured it would happen more towards the 4th week side. In … Continue reading Weeks 3&4; The wheels fall off and the dragon sings
I heard a term that resonated with me awhile back; Infantile Omnipotence. It basically means, since something isn't happening to me or anyone I know, then it won't happen to me. I don't have that. I know I'm in for a difficult journey, but I'm getting a tough time wrapping my head around logistics and … Continue reading Week 2; The wheels on the taste buds don’t go round. They wobble and fall off.
Watch what you wish for, you might get it. Last post I was itching to get this train rolling. Now, the train has left the station and is picking up steam. Let's start with chemo, which was the first thing this week. I knew the infusion center was a nice place. And so it is; … Continue reading Garden of the Skeltons
After I was diagnosed with Cancer, it was like I was sucked into a huge machine. Appointments were being made, procedures and tests happening. Unlike with the vets sucked into the maw of the VA scandal, I haven't waited a minute for anything. There's a cost for that, however, as the insurance statements arrive, signalling … Continue reading Starting the marathon with a rock in my shoe.
When I started Therapy for throat cancer, I thought it would be cool to blog about it. It wasn't.