January 11th, 2010


[links] Link salad drops someone it loves very much off at the airport

calendula_witch on unhooking the chemo pump

20 years later, 'The Simpsons' roots run deep in Portland — A friend works with the real Ned Flanders here in town. (Thanks to my Dad.)

The world's largest Dodge Power Wagon — A 64:1 scale working model of a pickup. Wow. (Via Dark Roasted Blend.)

Where's my beer? They saw combat, too, but female veterans struggle to find place at home — (Thanks to seventorches.)

?otD: When you take to the air, what do you take?

Body movement: 60 minute suburban walk this afternoon
Hours slept: 6.5
This morning's weigh-in: 226.6
Currently reading: Bangkok 8 by John Burdett


[personal|cancer] The day after concluding chemo session one

shelly_rae and I just took calendula_witch to the airport for her return to San Francisco. She has time with her aunt from Italy, then a weekend coming up with markferrari. I'll be putting shelly_rae on a train Wednesday. scarlettina shows up then to visit for a few days, then I might possibly make a weekend trip to Seattle my own self, health and energy permitting. That's about the last out of town thing I expect to do until next July, with the possible exception of attending Rainforest Writers Village, health and energy permitting.

Today after chemo I feel run down. Had a significant (though not awful) physical crash last night, and a mild emotional crash. Melancholy this morning, dogged by digestive oddness, but really I don't feel much worse than I would after a bad meal and poor night's sleep. I did experience a spot of nausea right before falling asleep last night, but I rode it out.

Working the Day Jobbe today, but not being too demanding of myself. Didn't get my walk in this morning due to the airport run, but I'll try to clock three miles this afternoon. This is normal life for me now, and will be for months to come.


[cancer] Food issues

Oddly, today it has come down to food issues. I have no appetite. I don't mean I'm not hungry. It's not nausea, except incidentally when I go too long without food. I mean no appetite. As in, "food, what's that?" This from a lifetime chowhound who's always struggled with comfort eating and never had blood sugar issues to speak of. There's a reason I used to weigh nearly 300 pounds. Had a couple of near-crashes due to this issue already. shelly_rae has been really keeping on me about this. (As a two-time chemo survivor, she knows whereof she speaks.)

So we're going to work through the protocols more carefully tomorrow, and document them for both me and my family/friends/caregivers. What it boils down to is not letting my stomach get too empty, yet dealing with not wanting to eat.

Basically, I wear out faster than I expect, recover more slowly than I expect, and much of this is keyed to food intake, and the nutritional balance thereof. Chemo, duh. But still, oddly unexpected.

We live and learn, we do, we do.