June 23rd, 2010


[links] Link salad wanders through the big tent

A Softer World on independent bookstores

The Submarine Boat: 1904 — Coney Island, back in the day, and something I don't quite get.

My vocation as a priest — Roger Ebert meditates on the Catholic church of his childhood, and his mother's ambitions for him.

A web-based survey of North American English — In case you're interested. I didn't grow up in North America, so I suppose I am not eligible.

The Higgs Boson May Have 'Five Faces' — Mmm, quantum.

Ancient Shipwreck to Aid Ghostly Neutrino Search — Now this is just cool.

Judge who nixed drilling ban has oil investmentsThe Louisiana judge who struck down the Obama administration's six-month ban on deepwater oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico has reported extensive investments in the oil and gas industry, according to financial disclosure reports. That's what I like to see: judicial objectivity and independence in difficult cases.

?otD: Which way to the egress?

Writing time yesterday: n/a
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 8.0 (fiftful)
This morning's weigh-in: 226.6
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 6/10 (post-infusion)
Currently (re)reading: Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett


[cancer] Forget Roger Daltrey, I hope I get old before I die

Yesterday was ok. maclark2005 came over and kept an eye on me, which is often needful Monday and Tuesday post-infusion, as I tend to be wobbly on concepts like "eating". calendula_witch made it back late last night from San Francisco, long after I'd gone deep asleep.

I am feeling better. One of the ways I cope with bad stuff (for example, the 40% possibility of further metastasis) is by running to the dark edge and kicking a few rocks over. This can be mistaken by the casual observer for wallowing or obsessive negativity, but I think of it more as beating the bounds. Know where the borders of fear are, then go back to my center and keep an eye out.

In the mean time, I've made an ophthalmological appointment to go with my various cancer followups, dental appointment and foot appointment. Colonscopy scheduler is supposed to call me today or tomorrow. So, assuming I don't have foot cancer, glaucoma, rotten teeth, recurrent metastases or an aggressive return of my primary cancer, I'll be fine for a while. Getting all this done before heading for Australia and New Zealand in late August with calendula_witch so I can travel with as much peace of mind as can be brought to bear.

It is true, in a deep sense, that I no longer expect to live to be old. When I say this, I don't mean, "ZOMG, I'm going to die!!!" Rather, I used to just unthinkingly assume I'd tick along into my 70s or something then deal with the issues of ailments and eldering. Now I recognize that each day, each year, is a gift. Time is something I will never get back. My personal clock echoes very loudly in my soul.

Another truth is that even if I lived to be 112 in perfect health, I'd never accomplish everything I'd like to. This seems like a liberating insight to me. I am free from at least certain expectations. This lets me focus on what I want to do, and sometimes (such as chemotherapy) what I have to do.

So I don't think I'm going to live to be old. I just think I'm going to live. If I get old in the bargain, well, bonus. If not, every day between now and whenever the ride ends is a good day. Somehow.