If you don't like military obscenities, you may want to avoid looking that up. It does appropriately describe hitting the halfway point though. Melissa is now used to the bald head, we were looking through pictures last night and she was shocked by "how long my hair was".
I'm getting more used to it also, though I miss shampoo. Using a block of soap on the noggin is somewhat unceremonial, it denies the head all the typical exciting cranial nourishment promised by the shampoo companies. In fact, this morning I reached for it this morning and thought, just for a second, I wonder if my scalp will be revitalized with some ginger root herby goodness? I held off, I'll save it for a time when my scalp is crying out for attention.
Outside of the baldness factor, the aches & pains, bruises, and mild sickness have just become the norm. Talking about cancer is still the routine, but no longer unsettling, you just get used to telling the story.
The cancer routine, events and emotions just take you to a new existance from which I think only politics and football can deliver you. "Regular" events still remind you that the world continues to march on...this week was the placement of a UF gator cheerleader costume on our back fence. After the football debacle on Saturday, our "backyard neighbor", a UF fan (we're working on modifying the community covenants to screen for this affliction prior to move-in), placed the effigy on our fence. The best part of the weekend came when I released our mutt into the backyard...who promptly ran right for the costume, barking like crazy the whole way, and tried to tear it off the fence. The first useful thing he's done since I got him. Though the game was a disappointment, it was a welcome trip back to the rest of the world...even the ridicule can be a nice respite.
The WBCs, platelets and other counts are all in good shape, and should remain so through the rest of the week...so we're on track for Round 3 next week. Can't say I'm looking forward to it, it just became regular, routine, rote. Rinse, wash, repeat.
So this is the way the next round begins, not with a bang but a whimper.
About Me
- Geoffrey Freeman
- Just a quick update to the folks who are paying attention on a somewhat daily basis...and for those who may be getting started down this path so they know what they're in for.
5 comments:
Hi Geoff, thanks so much for being faithful with your blog; it's nice to hear from you and how you're doing. Praises to God that you're at the halfway point and now you can look at the end point instead. I've watched my dad go through chemo and I know that it's not easy. A friend sent me these scriptures from Isaiah 41 recently: 10 "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you;I will uphold you with my righteous right hand...
13 For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you."
Please know that I continue to pray for you. Tara
I loved the action Milton took with regard to the fence "decoration." Go Milto . . . sic em! Woof, woof, woof!! I feel sorry for those u of f fans - any team that would pick a reptile for their mascot has a clear identify and self esteem issue. They are right there with osu and their useless nut mascot. Glad Tara commented on her Dad. He has done the cancer thing and a heart thing (if I remember right) and is a wild and wooly man at age 80(?). You are half way home and can see a return to a normal life again. See you Friday!
Jeff,
Hang in there....I love your sense of humor...
Eric
Hi, Geoff. Found your blog through Tiffany's ElectricBoogaloo site. Sounds like you still have your sense of humor intact. That's at least half the battle.
:-)
I love military obscenities.
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