The sensational sensation of touch

Nothing makes you appreciate something like the potential to lose it. Take the sensation of touch, for instance. The second chemo drug I was given – Taxol – has the potential effect of causing neuropathy, or nerve damage, in the hands and feet. I remember the night before my first Taxol treatment, I lay in bed and stroked my cat… Continue reading

The magic of Stouffer’s lasagna

I am still fascinated by my post cancer treatment see-saw life. This past week I had another of my yuck spells. They come on suddenly, lately for no apparent reason, and are rife with erratic sleep and achy mornings (actually entire days).  Nausea becomes my constant companion, as does ginger-ale and Starlight Mints. Vigilance, resignation and routine get me through… Continue reading

Inhale deeply and hold

Inhale deeply. Exhale. Inhale deeply and hold. Breathe. Again. Inhale deeply. Exhale. Inhale deeply and hold. Breathe. Again. It sounds like a breathing exercise, or a meditation of sorts, but no, it’s the mantra of my radiation test run. Splayed like a broken scarecrow, head twisted to the right, I laid there for half an hour, being scanned and x-rayed,… Continue reading

The cancer kraken

Have you ever had a day when everything seemed to go wrong? When despite your best efforts, you can’t right your ship and it continues to take on water until it finally sinks, one long, drawn out glub-glub at a time? Friday, February 24, was like that for me. I have gone over the day again and again, wondering if… Continue reading

Remember to bring a flashlight

Thursday, February 16, 2017, was my last chemo treatment. My doctors and nurses were really good at managing what they term the side effects of chemo (and what I call effects, because let’s call a spade a spade, everything that happens during chemo is an effect of chemo), but they have pretty much left me to my own devices to sort out… Continue reading

Chemo is a crooked road

After sixteen treatments, my chemo is done. Yeah! Right? Maybe not. Cancer is a crooked road, and chemo is only one leg of the journey. Chemo was not too bad, relatively speaking, but what lies ahead, that is the great unknown. I went into chemo with a lot of trepidation, although acknowledging it was the best course of treatment for… Continue reading

Taxol can be a sneaky bunk mate

Taxol has turned out to be a sneaky companion on this adventure. What started out as a mild, hazy muddle of weekly treatments with no real downside, or upside, or, well, sides at all, rapidly reached a sucker-punched state right around week nine, when my nurse informed me that my white blood count was getting too low and the next week… Continue reading

It takes a village

Another Thursday, another Taxol treatment. Only two more to go and then I’m done with chemo. It’s bittersweet, this drawing to a close of this chapter of my life. I will miss them, my village of people who welcome me into their fold on chemo day and make sure it is, well, as amazing as I make it out to… Continue reading

Baby, it’s cold outside

We are in a cold dip here in sunny Central Florida.  It is what passes for winter in the Sunshine State, delightful weather occasionally punctuated with cold spells of 50 degree days and 30 to 40 degree nights. When you are used to perpetual variations of warm weather, it can be a shock to the system. When your blood is limping through your… Continue reading