Today was "get my drink on" day. And I have, so far. I was definitely feeling it this afternoon - yes this afternoon - and Ti and I are doing a little more tonight. It's kind of a return to form if you will. That and I have a wedding in three months so I have to get myself ready for all the festivities that come with that: The shower (it may not be appropriate, but if I can, I'll tie one on), the bachelor party, and the days around and including the wedding. This is the payoff for the months of suffering and treatment. This is the start of my return to how life was before cancer.
A band I listen to has a song that the refrain is: "If she don't kill me, the whiskey will", and in my case, I'll substitute cancer for she. Ti doesn't like that so much, as she'd rather be on top of the list of things that are most likely to kill me. At the moment cancer is losing its standing. I'm just hoping for it to be a long moment. Like maybe 40 - 50 years.
Ah well, back to what we were doing before I decided to post. After all, the tequila won't drink itself.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Porkchop Sandwiches!
So I started radiation today. It wasn't too bad; I actually fell asleep a little during the procedure. I wasn't comfortable, they kept turning the lights on and off, but because I couldn't move for about 20 minutes, I just drifted off. It didn't hurt, I don't think. I think I am feeling a little different in the areas that were zapped, but that may just be a figment of my overactive imagination. A ghost sensation if you will. I'm sure in a week or two it won't feel like that because the actual effects of the treatment will start.
It wasn't exciting, and I'm going to have to remind myself that I have to go every day for the next few weeks. Tomorrow's going to be difficult because it's Friday, I just got a new game for my Wii to play, and the appointment isn't until the late afternoon.
To help keep me on schedule, I go back to work on Tuesday, which will get me out of the house earlier, and put me closer to the hospital. So getting to B&W won't be a total pain in the ass.
So tomorrow is really my last day at home as well, which it won't be because I have to leave here around 2:10 - 2:15 to get my ass to the hospital. I won't get home until 5. This doesn't like much, and I've had enough sit-on-my-ass time over the past 6 months. And we have a long weekend, so there will be more sit-on-my-ass-time with Ti.
I'll talk to you folks later. I've got zombies to kill.
It wasn't exciting, and I'm going to have to remind myself that I have to go every day for the next few weeks. Tomorrow's going to be difficult because it's Friday, I just got a new game for my Wii to play, and the appointment isn't until the late afternoon.
To help keep me on schedule, I go back to work on Tuesday, which will get me out of the house earlier, and put me closer to the hospital. So getting to B&W won't be a total pain in the ass.
So tomorrow is really my last day at home as well, which it won't be because I have to leave here around 2:10 - 2:15 to get my ass to the hospital. I won't get home until 5. This doesn't like much, and I've had enough sit-on-my-ass time over the past 6 months. And we have a long weekend, so there will be more sit-on-my-ass-time with Ti.
I'll talk to you folks later. I've got zombies to kill.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Ah, tomorrow
Tomorrow I start the last part of my treatment. Today we went and they did the last minute tweaks and adjustments they need for the treatments. Tomorrow, they start zapping me. I'm not really worried or anxious about it. I've been through too much to even flinch at the thought of this right now.
Not much else to report. It's been pretty quiet.
Not much else to report. It's been pretty quiet.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Best thing ever
Ti and I just watched the best thing ever.
http://whitestkids.com/
http://www.ifc.com/wkuk
Go there. Watch skits. Laugh. Now.
http://whitestkids.com/
http://www.ifc.com/wkuk
Go there. Watch skits. Laugh. Now.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Day +100
I made it. Now onto bigger and better things.
If there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it.
Check out the beat while the DJ revolves it. . .
If there's a problem, yo, I'll solve it.
Check out the beat while the DJ revolves it. . .
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Manah Manah
Do Do Dee Do Do
Bear with me, I've had a few. Ok, two. But for someone who really hasn't touched much alcohol in the past 15 months, I think I'm doing ok.
Today we learned a few things. First, after spending 6 hours in the Radiology department, we learned that I'll be starting radiation next week. We have an appointment on Wednesday to finish up the scans they need to do to prepare me for the actual radiation treatment, and we're meeting with my rad onc to finalize the details. I'll have between 17-20 consecutive radiation treatments, starting next Thursday. I don't go on weekends, so it's consecutive weekdays that I'll have treatment. As my current onc nurse says, the worst part about the treatment is hauling my ass to the hospital every single day of the week for a month, so I don't expect too much by the way of side effects.
We also learned that most of my restrictions have been lifted. To celebrate, Ti and I went out and had beer and other food. I had moules frites (french fries and mussels), which were quite tasty, especially with the beer I had along with dinner. I really need to work my tolerance level back up. I have a wedding coming up. If two Belgium style beers (well, one was from there) can knock me around a fair bit, I can't imagine what the wedding reception is going to do to me.
I'll also be returning to work soon. Not sure yet, as I just found out today that I can go back, but probably in the next few weeks.
Later dudes. Off to go sleep, it's been a long day.
Bear with me, I've had a few. Ok, two. But for someone who really hasn't touched much alcohol in the past 15 months, I think I'm doing ok.
Today we learned a few things. First, after spending 6 hours in the Radiology department, we learned that I'll be starting radiation next week. We have an appointment on Wednesday to finish up the scans they need to do to prepare me for the actual radiation treatment, and we're meeting with my rad onc to finalize the details. I'll have between 17-20 consecutive radiation treatments, starting next Thursday. I don't go on weekends, so it's consecutive weekdays that I'll have treatment. As my current onc nurse says, the worst part about the treatment is hauling my ass to the hospital every single day of the week for a month, so I don't expect too much by the way of side effects.
We also learned that most of my restrictions have been lifted. To celebrate, Ti and I went out and had beer and other food. I had moules frites (french fries and mussels), which were quite tasty, especially with the beer I had along with dinner. I really need to work my tolerance level back up. I have a wedding coming up. If two Belgium style beers (well, one was from there) can knock me around a fair bit, I can't imagine what the wedding reception is going to do to me.
I'll also be returning to work soon. Not sure yet, as I just found out today that I can go back, but probably in the next few weeks.
Later dudes. Off to go sleep, it's been a long day.
Monday, February 2, 2009
It's Monday, by Wednesday I'll X-Ray man
Today we went to see the radiation oncologist. We discussed radiation, the downsides, the upsides and what exactly it means. After very little thought or discussion, it's been decided I'm going to be lit up like an X-mas tree for an hour a day, every weekday for a month. I'm not sure what to think or feel about the whole matter just yet. I'm too matter-of-fact about much of my treatment, and while I am a little anxious about it, it doesn't have the intimidation factor that the transplant had, or the possibility of horrible side effects like my chemo.
I'm still reeling from a family fight from over the weekend. I haven't the nerve to call my parents yet to tell them about the appointment today. I figure at this point I'll wait until Wednesday to tell them everything, because by then I'll have more details - we meet with the rad onc team again then. The fight was over the wedding and my mother's increasing involvement in the planning - which wasn't asked for, and was causing problems. I admit I didn't handle the discussion well, and it ended up being a screaming match. I am apologetic for how I behaved and acted towards her, but I don't feel I was wrong in getting angry at her. So the past few days have been awkward, and it ruined what could have been a good weekend of downtime for Ti and myself. She was coming home from a week away for work, and the whole fiasco set a tone for the weekend that made things very tense around here.
The above was written on Monday, but I hadn't posted it because I wasn't done with the post. Recently, many of the discussions Ti and I have had about the wedding have led to very bad things, and to be honest, on these occasions, it would be more comfortable if we were discussing explosive diarhea (as disgusting as it sounds, it is easier to discuss than the wedding at times).
While I did have more I wanted to write about last night, the inspiration has left me and I can't remember what it is I wanted to post. Maybe I'll remember the rest later.
I'm still reeling from a family fight from over the weekend. I haven't the nerve to call my parents yet to tell them about the appointment today. I figure at this point I'll wait until Wednesday to tell them everything, because by then I'll have more details - we meet with the rad onc team again then. The fight was over the wedding and my mother's increasing involvement in the planning - which wasn't asked for, and was causing problems. I admit I didn't handle the discussion well, and it ended up being a screaming match. I am apologetic for how I behaved and acted towards her, but I don't feel I was wrong in getting angry at her. So the past few days have been awkward, and it ruined what could have been a good weekend of downtime for Ti and myself. She was coming home from a week away for work, and the whole fiasco set a tone for the weekend that made things very tense around here.
The above was written on Monday, but I hadn't posted it because I wasn't done with the post. Recently, many of the discussions Ti and I have had about the wedding have led to very bad things, and to be honest, on these occasions, it would be more comfortable if we were discussing explosive diarhea (as disgusting as it sounds, it is easier to discuss than the wedding at times).
While I did have more I wanted to write about last night, the inspiration has left me and I can't remember what it is I wanted to post. Maybe I'll remember the rest later.
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