Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Remembering David and just When I Thought Things Couldn't Get Weirder. . .


OK, Campers, lots to talk about today. . .

First, this is the 11th anniversary of my son David’s passing from melanoma.  As always, I think of him every day, but on this day, the memories are a little sharper.  But this year will be a little different than others.  Usually, Elaine and I go to the Ringling Bayfront to watch the sunset from what was David’s favorite spot.  My own health issues and the fact that it’s cold here today (I know, you non-Floridians are guffawing that some of us consider temperatures in the 60’s as cold) preclude that and David would be the first to call me an idiot for standing out in the cold wind in my weakened state.  And then after sunset, we would return home to watch a movie, one of David’s favorites or one that he gave me.  But tonight is Team Trivia night so I will be spending the evening with friends.  Again, one more thing David would tell me I should do.

I don’t remember if I told this story before (chemo brain in action – more on that later), but in any case, it’s my favorite David story.  Way back when, the collective family nickname for my two sons was ‘The Weasels’.  Don’t know where it came from but it stuck.  But the morning after David passed, I was the first one awake at about 8 AM.  The house was full of people, but most didn’t get to bed until 5 AM.  Even though I only had three hours of sleep, I was wide awake.  I made some coffee and then went to sit on the lanai, mostly to just sit.  Now our house was on a small lake.  After a little bit, I noticed something moving across the lake, at the extreme left end of it.  It was a weasel and it began to walk the length of the lake, on the far side from me.  Now I know people say there are no weasels in Florida, but I saw what I saw.  When it reached the end of the lake, it stopped at looked at me, through David’s eyes.  Then I heard David’s voice tell me “It’s OK, Dad.  I’m running free.”  And then the weasel turned and scampered off through the woods.

Returning to the present and its attendant weirdness, I had an embarrassing experience a couple of evenings ago.  My hearing aids have small plastic cones on the end that go into my ears.  Well, somehow, the one in my left ear (the one that has some hearing in it) came loose and lodged itself in my ear.  Elaine’s and my efforts only served to push it further in.  So, the next day meant a trip to the audiologist to have the d*mn thing professionally removed.  Ah, the joys of aging!!

Which reminds me, I promised I’d talk about chemo brain, which is a real thing.  It seems that chemotherapy has the extra side effects of slowing your thought processes and generally affecting your memory, even to the point of forgetting how to do things that you’ve known for years.  Of the ten symptoms of chemo brain, I seem to be scoring on most of them.  But, as my friend Will has pointed out, most of them are the same things that come with aging. . .  Oh, well, it’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it. 

And I still spend a lot of time remembering that I have incurable cancer and will be receiving chemo for the rest of my life or until the miracle cure is discovered.  And I do believe in magic and miracles by the way.  I’d be lying if I tried to say that I’m not scared, but we surprise ourselves with what we can deal with when we have to.  I saw something on Facebook the other day, but I forgot who said it (chemo brain in action).  But, to paraphrase, there are only two days that you can’t do anything about – yesterday and tomorrow.  So, do everything that you can today.  I like that.  As I’ve indicated before in these missives, every day brings new surprises and adjustments.  I figure by now, I’m up to the new new new new new new new new . . . new normal.

I’ve also decided that cancer is not going to be what kills me.  I envision my end coming when I get hit by a runaway beer truck.  There’s a certain irony to that as I’ve basically been on the wagon since my initial diagnosis about two years ago.  Up until I switched to wine as my adult beverage of choice, I had spent most of my adult life as a beer snob.  Now, I’m not claiming that I was an expert.  In a blind taste test, I couldn’t tell Chimay from Iron City, but I would order the Chimay every time, even at four times the price.

Finally, at my last infusion trip, the blood test showed that my platelet count was low and that it would have to be raised some so I can tolerate the chemo.  I sort of thought that an easy way to do that would be to become a vampire, which would also add years, if not centuries, to my life.  But since I couldn’t find any favorable air fares to Transylvania, I’ll just have to do what the doctor said and consume more protein.

Well, that’s it for now.  Back to Moffitt tomorrow to continue treatment.

Peace and Love to All!!

Joe

Saturday, January 9, 2016

I Now Set Off Metal Detectors

OK, campers. . .  A few things I forgot yesterday.

On December 29, I had my port installed so they can do blood draws and chemo infusions without having to find and jab a vein in my arm.  It was used this past Thursday and it was sweet.  I can read and do puzzles during the 4-1/2 hour infusions without worrying about a needle popping out.  Life's simple pleasures!!

Oh, and I have to carry a card saying I have the port as I will set off metal detectors since the port is made of titanium.

And Elaine and I watched "The Butler" on Netflix last night.  An absolutely marvelous movie!!

Peace and Love to All!!
Joe

Friday, January 8, 2016

Happy 2016!!!


Well, Campers, it’s been a while and I hope you’re enjoying a happy new year.  We had a wonderful holiday season with visits from our son Joey down from Atlanta and our daughter Liz down from Brooklyn.  Once again, we celebrated tradition with our traditional non-traditional Christmas Eve dinner at Bangkok Thai Restaurant.  All is right with the world.

As for my health, I’m back on track for weekly chemo infusions with occasional weeks off.  I was treated yesterday and all my vitals and blood counts were improved since last time.  Once more, I’m in great health except for that incurable cancer thing.  Oh, well, can’t have everything, I suppose. . .  ;-)

For the most part, I feel pretty good except for the nagging excess mucous in my throat and the fact that I’m tired a lot.  But these things are manageable and far better than most alternatives.  I am a little melancholy, but that always comes with the time of year.  January 20 will mark the 11th year of my son David’s passing from melanoma at the age of 22.  Around this time of year, I think and dream about him a lot.  Fortunately, as time passes, I’m more prone to remember the good times.

One more time, I had all sorts of things that I wanted to say queued up but seem to have lost them in the chemo fog.   I guess I’ll just have to start posting things as I think of them, regardless of the time of day.

But, on lieu of what I had planned on typing, I’ll just sort of free-lance a little.  I’ll have to say that 2015 certainly did not turn out as I has expected.  It began with me being free of disease and returning to work part-time in March.  I felt great and the world was spinning on greased grooves.  Then came August/September and the return of cancer.  I admit that I was disappointed to say the least, but stoically accepted it and began treatment again.  And, so far, the treatment has been successful.  The mass in my left lung has shrunk by about a third as of the last CT scan. Hopefully, the next scan will likewise show positive results.

Ah, that reminded me of one of my talking points.  Many of my friends have suggested that I seek alternative treatments for my disease, and perhaps someday I will, and I thank you all for your concern and well-wishes – they keep me going.  But for now, I have to say that the mainstream treatment plan is working well.  If the progress stops and the disease becomes more aggressive, then I will entertain the possibility of clinical trials and/or alternative treatments.    Again, thank you for the love you all send my way.

OK, this time I am out of things to say and will spare you further ramblings.  I promise I will keep things more current than I have been!!

Peace and Love to All!!

Joe