April 6th, 2011


[links] Link salad clogs its arteries

The Sleepless EliteWhy Some People Can Run on Little Sleep and Get So Much Done. The description of hypomania in this article sounds a bit like me, actually.

The Deconstruction of Indulgence (NFSW) — Food, sensuality and art.

5-way kidney swap offers hope for unmatched donors — Software innovations allow for complex matching. (Via [info]danjite.)

The Long Term Impact of Fukushima

What US conservatives never saw comingObama's critics say Arab revolutions vindicate Bush's freedom agenda, but they overestimate US influence. Al-Jazeera weighs in.

Gingrich: Obama Will 'Extort Contributions' — Confidential to GOP in America: I know y'all are sneeringly dismissive of the reality-based community, but you do still live in the real world. Might want to keep that in mind.

Medicare reform: You put the load right on me The Economist on the fundamental indecency of Ryan's Medicare "reform".

Cruel but Not UnusualClarence Thomas writes one of the meanest Supreme Court decisions ever. Conservatism shows its compassionate side once again.

?otD: Ever eaten a pork tenderloin sandwich?

Writing time yesterday: 0.75 hours (revisions, WRPA)
Body movement: 70 minute suburban walk
Hours slept: 6.5 hours (solid)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: Black Blade Blues book 3 (as yet untitled), J.A. Pitts


[personal|cancer] Energy and health

About three weeks, another of the veils came off in my chemo recovery process. Nine months after completing my chemotherapy course, I have finally returned to my old levels of energy, and concomitantly, my old sleeping habits and food metabolism. I've seen a change in my food intake, a drop in my weight, an increase in both my desire for and tolerance of exercise/physical activity, an improvement in my focus and energy, and a sharp rise in my emotional health and sense of happiness.

All just in time for my next scan.

I suppose it's the way the world works. The forthcoming ambiguity is really starting to mess with my head. As I've said before, given my odds of recurrent metastasis, I feel like I'm playing Russian roulette with a half-loaded pistol.

So I'm in the odd position right of feeling better than I have in almost two years while simultaneously holding the dread and fear of losing the next 15+ months to the same brand of hell I've just crawled out of.

The costs of this have been so high, in terms of life and love and everything else. Oh God, do I not want to do it again. But the costs of letting it sweep me away are higher.

Live today. That's all I can do.