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And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.

JUNE 21, 2011

in RANDOM CRAP

This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I “just bought new towels“. Then I pointed out that the last towels I’d bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all “EXACTLY” and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour.

Then Laura came to pick me up so we could go to the discount outlet together, and as Victor gave me a kiss goodbye he lovingly whispered, “You are not allowed to bring any more goddam towels in this house or I will strangle you“.   And that was exactly what I was still echoing through my head an hour later, when Laura and I stopped our shopping carts and stared up in confused, silent awe at a display of enormous metal chickens, made from rusted oil drums.

(read the whole thang over at ...)http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/

CHICKENS!!!!

Now listen up

I have given this advice to many people over the years—because it’s simple and it’s true.

If three people who love and care for you tell to do (or not do) something, give up and do WHAT THEY TELL YOU.

“Dude, don’t ski down the black diamond trail.”

“Girlfriend, dump that guy.”

“You better get that mole looked at.”

“Don’t buy that house.”

“Another kid, are you crazy???”

And guess what, while I wobbled and vacillated and decided to give up on this diabolical cancer treatment, I realized there are THIRTY FIVE people telling me to go on. So there ya go, I gotta put my money where my mouth is.

Because the guy who was told by his wife, and his buddies and his doctor, to get that mole looked at?  He didn’t. He died at age 48. 

"RORR"!!!

"Report Only no Reply Requested"*

(* an entirely made-up military acronym)

Well!

A rough week, but !!!  nearly 100% now.

Had to be admitted to hospital on 21st for extreme low white blood count. Never shook so hard in my life.  (Unless  you count the "Peruvian Marching Powder Incident of 1982".) 

It's a serious bump in the road, but a typical and expected possible side effect of chemo and I felt  better in less than 8 hours.  But they just can't let ya go out in public with "a" single white blood cell, so here I am in isolation until tomorrow.  All saidand& done not such a bad place to be: regular chow, someone cleans up for me and I get all the pudding I want. I can think of a few people who would sign up, actually.

The chemo after effects come in predicable time frame: the first are intense and nasty but for 72 hours so ya just need to bite down on something and gut it out.  And  juuuuuuuuust at that time some peckerwood at the insurance company decided they would not fill the entire prescription for anti-nausea. Will personally track this dude down and kill him later.  Preferably with a Benelli Super Black Eagle 2.  Or maybe the slow way with just a few boxes of rubber bands, B'wahaha.

Aren't ya glad you asked?

And Sunday is my 52 Bacon Birthday.

 (You know who you are, LOL.)

Just sayin'

If you have a chronic illness, and are being subjected to diagnostics tests, then you know that some are highly invasive, scary and sometimes painful.

Others are a real cake-walk.
When I had the echocardiogram (which is basically just an ultrasound), the tech pointed out my liver. I saluted it for it's many years of hard service.

That said, after returning to work after having an echo & you are asked how it went, you should probably NOT respond with: "That was easy; you can rub me with KY jelly all day."

Since the last post was so depressing, I had to toss this little gem in.

New post-mastectomy bra on order. ;-)



re-posted from Criggo
http://www.criggo.com/page/16/

"The absence of fear is not courage; the absence of fear is some kind of brain damage." --M. Scott Peck

Well! First chemo is May13th!

The "run-up" to this process could stun an ox. The possible side effects could kill it, and butcher it into one inch cubes.

Please pray to the deity/dieties of your choice that he, she, it or them, find no other CA cells anywhere else.   'Cause I'm only doing this ONCE.

At least the port insertion will be done under general anesthesia 'cause that thang scares the snot outta me.

So looks like an early BD present for me as chemo starts . WTF, man, we used to look forward to getting drugs!!!! Total 4 different medicines: mix n' match different combos all told for a year, but the most concentrated regime in the beginning, then tapering off to one last medicine in about six months & I'll keep taking it for another six.

Will start the radiation about Thanksgiving (if you call it that) and by my reckoning will be completely done almost a year to the day I found the tumor-- except for the one last drug, which goes to June 2014, but that will be like lukewarm soda after the rest of it.

Got the wig. Named her "Liza". Co-workers thinks she looks great, but I am not so certain they weren't just blowing glitter  up my skirt. Liza will live in the closet until at least the 28th when my hairdresser will shave my head. ($10 dollars says my eyebrows fall out but I keep the mustache, LOL) But once MY hair goes, they can finesse the styling.  Just demoralizing. But I know! I know!  It's TEMPORARY.

Discussion was opened about anti-depressants. Those things are scary shit on their own, but when you start looking for tall, sturdy, horizontal tree limbs in your yard...they might be an option.
So, yay.