December 22nd, 2009


[links] Link salad watches the light come back

mordicai reviews Pinion — Which is the first review I've seen of the book. If you've recently tuned in, Pinion is the third Mainspring book, and will be out in April.

fiction_theory with a (largely negative) review of Mainspring Powell's | Amazon thb | Barnes & Noble | Borders | Audible ]Another micro review here.

Ta-Nehisi Coates discusses artistic intent and experience — This closely parallels my long-stated view that the story belongs to the reader. Interesting example in this post, about an Australian poem being significantl reinterpreted by American readers.

10 Christmases — Lucius Shephard, with a blog post that ought to be turned into a film. Brilliant. Hard. Sharp. Glorious. Go read.

Letters of Note — One could easily lose a few hours wandering around this site.

The Solar System in MaineStrange Maps talks about a scale model of the solar system along Route 1.

Detecting habitable exomoons — Endor, anyone? Or Pandora? From Centauri Dreams.

The Geoengineering GambitTechnology Review on response to climate change. Money shot: "Such effects of climate change no longer surprise scientists. But the speed at which they're happening does." Ah, that liberal conspiracy is so pervasive, it's actually melting Himalyan glaciers just to embarass conservatives. As a side note, I was fascinated to hear the BBC mention recently that Chinese conservatives consider the whole climate change issue an American plot to retard China's industrial growth. Yet another thing American conservatives have in common with hardline Communists. Confidential to conservative America: When your positions most closely resemble Islamic and Communist radicals, it might be time to rethink your positioning.

?otD: Will you read Pinion?

Body movement: 30 minutes on stationary bike
Hours slept: 7.5
This morning's weigh-in: 225.8
Currently reading: Finch by Jeff VanderMeer


[cancer] Learning to live with limitations, and why I talk about it so much

Much of this cancer game is about learning to live with limitations. I realize that for some people that is a lifelong process, but this is a new issue for me. I retain ambitions that it might not be permanent. As alumiere says in her post on living with pain and adversity, Jay has hope that he'll get through chemo and life will return to some semblance of normal, even though there will be huge changes for him. Nonetheless, here I am today, and here I will be through at least July.

My immediate issues right now are surgical recovery. By and large, they improve almost day to day, though sometimes I do play the two steps forward, one step back game. Our trip to Seattle last weekend set me back a bit, frankly. But this whole issue of resource management, "spoon theory", will apply just as strongly during chemo, which I am starting in two and half weeks. So for the sake of my own sanity I am viewing the surgical recovery process as contiguous with the chemo experience. You might call it Session Zero.

One of the hardest elements of this for me to manage is my sleep needs. In the days after the partial thoracectomy, I was sleeping as much as twelve hours per day. Much of that was drug-induced, but that's also what the body does with trauma — it shuts down so that resources can be spent on healing. These days I'm down to about seven and half or eight hours per night, plus one to two naps per day, plus a fair amount of laying about quietly in the name of spoon management.

And it's driving me nuts.

I'm used to sleeping six hours a night, waking completely rested and energetic, and charging into my day. Let me tell you, I can get a lot done in eighteen productive waking hours per day. Day jobbery. Writing. Parenting. Household chores. Pleasure reading. I'm down to about fourteen or fifteen waking hours right now, and losing about two or three of those to spoon management. It's like losing a freaking hand or something, in terms of impairing my productivity.

And this is what I have to learn to live with. For slightly different reasons, chemotherapy will have much the same effect on me. I don't know the severity, or the cycle yet, but it will quite likely be something like this. I am learning to live with the limitations. A lot things just don't happen the same way around here any more. Housecleaning, laundry, garbage removal. I still haven't rehung the smoke alarm from last week's garlic bread incident. (It's live, just sitting on the kitchen counter instead of hanging over the doorway.) The Genre car needs to go back to the mechanic, has for weeks, simply hasn't happened.

What I have guarded jealously is my writing time — an hour a day — and my exercise time — 30 minutes to an hour a day. I must keep my purpose going. That is who I am.

As to why I write about this stuff in such detail, even the difficult and weird stuff, like depression and sex; I suppose there's three reasons.

One, I am an external processor. I babble my way through my troubles anyway. In most of my life, that amounts to a lunchtime chat with kenscholes or time with calendula_witch. Most issues don't need a continuous, public airing. The journey of cancer, and its seemingly endless ramifications, has utterly taken over my life. So my need for external processing has amped up. I am a writer, so I write. I would write about it even if you weren't reading. This could be called the "selfish attention whore" modality.

Two, documentation. This is a hell of a journey. Millions of people make it every year. And almost no one talks about it. So again, I am a writer, I write. For some of you, this is research and reference for your own work. For others, it's a reflection of life experience in your own circle of friends and family. For others, it might simply be a look into a difficult place. But by documenting this, I expose mysteries and secrets and horrors and shames. That eases my burden, and it (hopefully) increases understanding. Consider this the "peer learning" modality.

Third, because too many people are wrapped in silence, and my words help them. I didn't know this when I started cancer blogging, and I rarely mention it as I go along, but I get emails, comments, letters; some weeks almost daily. People write and say, "Now I know what my father was going through, though he would never talk about it." Or, "I have two years to live, and you've helped me explain things to my family." Or, "We went through this with our son, and it really helps me to hear how you've handled it." I get emails that break my heart. I get emails that lift my heart. But it's become almost the most important reason for me to keep being so clear, so honest, so out there on this. Because cancer and its discontents are largely silent diseases, at least in terms of the individual experience, and I can loan my voice a while to those who have not yet found their own words. Consider this the "speaking to cancer" modality.

If you're still reading, what does all this say to you? How do you read my cancer journey? I admit to unseemly curiosity.