Testing

Fighting cancer means a never ending series of tests. This week’s job is to endure brain testing. Saturday morning I had a brain MRI. Which is not painful, but I had contrast shot into my arm that had unpleasant side effects. The next test. Yesterday I had a lumbar puncture. Than tomorrow I am fortunate to have Chemo, and the results of the tests. It is a busy week. I am fortunate I did not contract. Small cell lung cancer a few years ago. It would have been a quick death sentence

I want to thank big Pharma for making the drugs to keep me alive and my doctor and his staff, the excellent Lumbar puncture Dr. She is amazing, and has a nurse that took care of me. She has a thick southern accent and made me laugh. I know I sound over the moon, but with all the sadness of the last few weeks with a man who was unjustly killed. My problems seem small in comparison. God bless America!

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Back from the Fog

Two months ago I underwent ten radiation treatments .  The radiation blasts were located on my L-1 vertebrae.  Which, if you look at the radiations trajectory my stomach and liver were radiated along with then L-1 vertebrae.

I felt tired and nauseous, and I got nothing done except sleep and watch movies.  I know it is important to write consistently, but when you have cancer and undergo poisonous treatments you have to let go of the feelings of being un-productive.  Watch them fly away.  Let your body heal.  Step away!  It sounds easy, but it is not.

While I lied in bed with my tablet and a new Word document staring me in the eyes.  I began to write, but what I quickly noticed,  my words were dark .  In the sense I needed  a person of the cloth to help me rise above the vampires and zombies that were eating my brains.

I decided not to write when I am sick. When my mind is in a fog.  I learned that when my body is fighting cancer my words are brutal… overcast with a tint of hatred.  I prefer to pen expressions that are sharp, crisp and insightful of the human experience.  Not some made up menagerie of bad dreams due to chemical reactions from drugs messing with my brain.

The good news is I am back from the fog, and excited  about the future.  PEACE