Wow, blogging two days in a row. This brings back memories. I can almost smell the chemotherapy.
It’s been a month or so since I ended treatment. The first few weeks were not pleasant. Trying to lighten the mood with my evil Oncologist I asked her…
“How about putting me in one of those induced comas and waking me up a few months?”
She stared at me blankly…
“Seems medically impractical.”
Yeah, she’s a real corker. For those of you that have asked, I’m walking, talking, drinking the occasional martini even eating. Eating yes, tasting…. Not so much.
My wife Kate’s favorite game is “guess what this is?” She crams something in my mouth and I have to guess.
“Close… it’s a veal cutlet.”
She’s been shoving a lot of food at me lately trying to get my weight up. I went to buy some post cancer treatment pants the other day and the only thing I could find that fit were a pair of Toughskins from Sears.
So, I think I am just going to keep wearing my fat pants and hitching them up with a rope belt.
It’s been great seeing people again, apparently in the last month I’ve been more of a recluse than I realized. I think people are not quite sure what to say to me, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to say something. Some of my favorites…
“You look good, I was expecting you to look all Holocausty.”
“God, you lost a lot of weight. But I’m sure you’ll gain it back. Hopefully, not all of it of course.”
“So glad you’re wearing pants. It was weird to see you wandering around all day in pajama bottoms.”
“Last time I saw you, you were stoned on vicodin… you never took vicodin? Wow, you were sicker than I thought.”
“Don’t worry, they can fix that scar. Oh, this is the fixed version?”
Thanks to you all for indulging my ramblings during my summer of discontent. It was a hellish ride, but I appreciate everyone’s calls, cards, thoughts, prayers, fruit of the month club and offers to introduce me to your Chinese herbalist and healer.
In large and small ways you all brought me through this summer and I am eternally grateful.
Who knows… maybe soon I’ll get a horrible mental illness and keep blogging through my nervous breakdown.