September 30th, 2011


[links] Link salad is like a very small hurricane

Cancer Discrimination in the Hospital[info]cathshaffer on her mother’s cancer course. Sigh.

Fish known as wrasses are found to use tools — Cool.

Fermi Bubbles Are Burps From A Star-Eating Black Hole… — That wins my award for headline of the day.

Lost in Time and Lost in SpaceCentauri Dreams with an analysis of the Fermi paradox.

Church insurer stops cover for acts of God — Très amusant. (Thanks to [info]danjite.)

Jurors in faith-healing trial say evidence overpowered a weak defense — This makes me proud of Oregon, though the whole story is very sad.

Rights for me, but not for theeSlacktivist Fred Clark on the AFA’s Bryan Fischer and conservative views of freedom of religion, for the right kind of Christian but no one else. Personally, I’ve long believed freedom of religion includes freedom from religion.

Mass. terror suspect was asked to leave mosque — This can’t be true! And any Real American™ about Muslims. Most Republicans can’t find Mecca on a map, but they know all about the alleged creeping horror of Islam. Now if they only understood the real life creeping horror of Christianism.

GOP activists walking — not running — to Romney

Why conservatives hate Warren BuffettMany of the same people who think the rich should be free to spend unlimited sums influencing our politics without having to disclose anything are now asking Buffett to make his tax returns public. I guess if you’re indifferent to consistency, you have a lot of freedom of action. That’s the conservative movement in a nutshell.

?otD: Are you the dreamer or the dream?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (took the day off)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 7.75 hours (solid)
Weight: 224.4
Currently reading: The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee

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[cancer] On Health

Me and my recovered immune system were having lunch with a friend yesterday when the conversation turned to the topic of health. I’d seen my oncologist that morning, and after she’d listened to my heart, she’d asked me if I exercised. Thirty minutes a day, I told her. I wondered why she’d asked. She said I had a good resting heart rate.

As the chat at lunch went, echoing some other recent conversations, at this point trying to keep up with my weight and fitness isn’t about looking good — I’ll never be a hard body. Way too much work for my metabolism and physique, and I’m not motivated enough to spend that many hours a day and control my diet that rigidly. Nor am I aiming for longevity through heart health. I don’t really expect to live long enough for that to matter.

It’s about tolerating and surviving the surgeries and the chemotherapies.

What exercise and fitness buy me is less pain and quicker recovery, and the ability to sustain higher dosages and more intense chemotherapy regimens.

I first got myself into regular exercising by convincing myself it would make me a better writer. Cancer has only underscored the value of the effort.

Part of what keeps me alive day to day and month to month are the habits I do have. Could they be better, more efficient, whatever? Sure. But I’m down 70 pounds from my peak weight of some years ago, and I seem to be able to weather the dreadful punishments medical science inflicts on me.

Frankly, it had never occurred to me that the value of health and fitness would lie in my ability to combat a disease like this.

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