That pretty much describes Will’s attitude these days. He’s in no hurry to experience the next dimension, of course, but he’s weary of never knowing which day(s) will be OK and which will suck. We’ve missed church for several weeks because he’s been ill so much of the time, and he is angry with his body for betrayingContinue reading “Sick And Tired of Being Sick And Tired”
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It’s My Party
…and I’ll cry if I want to. Yesterday was my birthday. I’m 57. Late 50s now, and I haven’t the slightest idea how I got here so fast. I’ll be 60 before I turn around twice. My son Ethan literally almost set my birthday cake on fire with all those candles, which provided a brief burst of laughterContinue reading “It’s My Party”
F### Cancer
There. I said it. Will is NOT doing well. In fact, things are pretty awful, and now he’s going to undergo actual chemotherapy infusions to try to extend his life by…what, a few weeks? A few months? Why not? He’s already spending parts of every day throwing up, and feeling weak and miserable in the bargain. HeContinue reading “F### Cancer”
Keeping Calm On 4th and Long
Well, it’s been an interesting week. Will has been sick with nausea and vomiting almost since he began a new cancer drug three months ago, and now we’ve thrown low blood sugar into the merry mix. Finally, he reached a crisis point where he became disoriented and even somewhat combative, fell in the driveway, andContinue reading “Keeping Calm On 4th and Long”
Hanging On For Dear Life
As I’ve been saying, my overall mood is very stable (or so I thought before my visit with Dr. Awesomesauce the other day), but lately I’ve been waking up in the morning in freak-out mode. I don’t like to talk about it because I have this magical thinking that if I don’t, it will goContinue reading “Hanging On For Dear Life”
Moving Again
Well, Will and I are on the move for the second time in seven months, this time to our son and son-in-law’s house, where it is presumed by all concerned that this move will be our last. They have made it abundantly clear that they want us to stay for good, and the way finances areContinue reading “Moving Again”
The Good, The Bad, And The Downright Nasty
So today I got to go see Dr. Awesomesauce, who is still awesome even if he does give me crap over that stupid toucan shirt and cuts back his hours in the clinic. Actually, it wasn’t his idea—his superiors thought it would be just a dandy idea for him to stop seeing patients and only supervise the residentContinue reading “The Good, The Bad, And The Downright Nasty”
Feces Eventuates
That’s the fancy way of saying “Shit happens”. Will and I got the news today that he will have to be on blood-thinning medications for the rest of his life, which will mean frequent blood testing and monitoring for subtle signs of internal bleeding. The poor man already looks like he’s been beaten half toContinue reading “Feces Eventuates”
BOHICA
For the uninitiated, that’s a military acronym for Bend Over, Here It Comes Again. And here it came all right, this time in the form of blood clots in Will’s lungs. They found them on his routine follow-up CT scan yesterday. We learned of this when his oncologist Dr. Wonderful (not to be confused with Dr. Awesomesauce, butContinue reading “BOHICA”
What A Difference A Year Makes
I’m sorry if you thought I’d dropped off the face of the earth, Constant Reader, but I’ve been “off the grid” since Friday. Our cable/Internet was out because of a snapped line, and so we’ve been living in the Stone Age for the past couple of days. What a relief to be back online! What I was writingContinue reading “What A Difference A Year Makes”
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