I am in the middle. The last radiation session was Friday the 22nd. When I say last, I truly mean the very last. They have pumped me full of the lifetime dose of rads deemed acceptable by people who decide these things. If I were to have any more the chance of radiation poisoning is no longer acceptable. I guess it would cause a problem with my brain. We definitely want to avoid that. Can you imagine if there was something wrong with your brain?
I am feeling fine. Due to some unsightly hair loss on my temples, Amy has given me a buzz bowl cut that is funky. I think I would win a Billy Bob Thornton Slingblade look-a-like competition. Ummyeah. The ability to enjoy food continues to elude me. I am experiencing more flavor than I was last week. I now have a palate that ranges between dog shit and cardboard. One bright spot is sweet corn with butter.
Next up on the agenda is a visit to MD Anderson on Monday, August 8th. This visit is with Dr Levin. He is the oncologist who will be determining what form of chemo will be placed into my body and how long. Until that appointment, I don't have many details. Preliminary discussions indicated that I will probably take a pill from home. The side-effects of this particular drug are much less intense than those most of us are familiar with. I will get these details out after the consultation.
I want to thank everyone who shuttled me to my baking sessions and then breakfast. I do not miss the appointments but I miss my mornings with you. I also want to thank everyone who finds a way to make me laugh. Nothing heals me more completely. It has been hard for me to sleep lately. The tumah has been crying. Think how horrible it must be to feel so lonely in the head of a man blessed with the love of so many beautiful people.
On a very sad note, TBall is over. It is difficult to express my sorrow.
joe
My name is Bill, and I am addicted to reading your blog. I realized I had a problem when it began to affect my focus at work. I find myself clicking this damn link, looking for new ramblings every hour- sometimes more often. A porn addiction would be less distracting.
Consider this a plea for help. Help me feed my head. I get all twitchy and irritable when there is nothing new posted here for days.
Posted by: Bill | August 02, 2005 at 04:03 PM
If you're looking for something to fill the void that T-ball has undoubtedly left you with turn to nick jr. An afternoon spent drooling on yourself while watching spongebob can be quite therapuetic. Obviously, someone who thinks up a cartoon based soley on the stupid antics of a kitchen sponge and his best friend the star fish has pulled a few too many bong hits in their day, but it is entertaining none the less. If that doesn't do it for you try taking a step aerobics class with mom. This will completely clear up any misconceptions about the laws of physics you may have had. love, Melissa
Posted by: Melissa | July 28, 2005 at 12:41 PM
I don't want to rush you but, much like Lance Armstrong, you should consider beginning your training for next years T-ball season as soon as possible.
Posted by: Mark | July 27, 2005 at 06:11 PM