January 6th, 2010


[links] Link salad flies at midnight

Avenue Brand Oranges Crate Label — Some classic art of a sunny day for all of you in the deep freeze.

The Zeppelin-Staaken L — A rather improbable looking WWI flying boat.

On Kepler’s First Planets — The exoplanet game gets raised.

Genetic Mutations of the Year — Linked for the awesome headline.

Vaccines work — Data, on the hoof, courtesy of Bad Astronomy. Antivaxers are as crazy as evolution denialists, and even more evil/stupid.

Failblog with a sad, sad school note — Religious insanity peeing in the educational pool. I feel real sorry for the kids in this family.

Beck Loses One Wing of Wingnuts — Glenn Beck (crazed conservative talk show host) pisses off Birthers (crazed conservative faction). Pass the popcorn, please.

?otD: Deplane or not deplane?

Body movement: 30 minute ride on stationary bike
Hours slept: 6.25
This morning's weigh-in: 228.0
Currently reading: (between books)


[cancer] State of the Jay, as of chemo day -2

Chemo is in two days. Yesterday was crazed. I had a physical therapy appointment at the clinic (which is a separate facility associated with the hospital I use). Ran long.

Had to pick up some FMLA paperwork at the Medical Oncology unit. Expected that to be a five minute process, was there for nearly an hour. A productive, entertaining hour, admittedly, as a very sharp and funny oncology Nurse Practitioner talked to me at length, but not what I'd expected.

Had to get some bloodwork done — checking for celiac, a potential culprit in my ongoing bowel issues — they were training a new phlebotomist and grew very excited when I gave my standard, "I'm a hard stick, here's what you need to do, yadda yadda" routine. (My personal best is 13 jabs to draw blood. Sometimes they have to call in IV Therapy to hit blood in me. I've never been a junkie, but I have deep, flabby veins that run away from needles at the best of times, and over the past two years of cancer treatments have accumulated some impressive vein scarring in the usual places.) So I cheerfully submitted to being a jab test dummy and training target, and that took about twenty minutes instead of the usual three to five. (The phlebotomist's apprentice did finally get me in one jab, so mad props to her.)

Finally, rather late due the lengthy delays at the clinic, I ran off to the train station to collect shelly_rae. Later that day, saw my therapist.

Here's where I am...
  • I have almost no mental and emotional reserves. I am quick to be crabby, and I miss jokes. This is Stress 101, but I still don't like it.

  • I have been eating erratically, including a highly unusual amount of junk food. Not even my most ordinary comfort eating patterns, either. Stress 101a, methinks.

  • I am terrified of chemo at many levels, but quite confident that I will be the master of this process, rather than letting it master me.

  • On Thursday night or Friday morning, I will probably lose my shit utterly. calendula_witch and shelly_rae will scrape me up off the ground and keep me going.

  • calendula_witch and I have developed a ritual for marking the chemo sessions which impressed my therapist. She, I and shelly_rae will be implementing the first part of this tomorrow evening. Yes, I will document it.

  • I am planning to liveblog and/or Tweet my first infusion session on Friday, as much as is practical.

That's me. Jumbled, frightened, determined.

And may I hear a hearty "Fuck Cancer!" from the crowd?

[conventions] JayCon X

Mark your calendars now. In celebration of my natal anniversary, JayCon X, my 10th annual 37th birthday party, will be Saturday, July 3rd, from 2 to 5 pm at the Flying Pie in SE Portland. Come help me celebrate both my birthday and my successful completion of six months of chemotherapy in late June.

We're partying because I was born, and because I will have beat cancer. Again.

Flying Pie Pizzeria
7804 SE Stark Street
Portland, 97215
(503) 254-2016
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As is traditional for JayCon, Paul Carpentier is specifically not invited.