It’s time to move on

I'm sure it was the right call, but Paolo would have gone with Marshawn Lynch.

I’m sure it was the right call, but Paolo would have gone with Marshawn Lynch.

I’m over it.  They lost.  I accept it (sort of).  I don’t get it, but I’m over it.  As the headline in today’s Seattle Times promotes, “it’s time to move on.”  Until next season  #nextyear #what’snext? #whyinthehelldidhethrowthat? Continue reading

Missing cancer?

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I have been writing a long post about recovery, being home, the Seahawks, opera and family.  I have been working on it for three weeks and keep revising and discarding it.  If is full of joy and optimism and it isn’t true.  I am home, I am recovering well, I am surrounded by great, caring people, everything is going my way, and I am despondent.  What the hell?  Continue reading

Returning to earth

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I need to develop a new napping strategy.  My inability to be out of bed for any length of time is starting to interfere with my very limited engagement schedule.  I’m in bed at 4 o’clock on Saturday afternoon, having spent the entire day here and I could stay in bed for the night, but I need to get up as I’m meeting my parents for dinner in an hour. Continue reading

Romance in Seattle

Today has been red-circled on my calendar for a long time, and not because it is treatment #23.   On Tuesday I passed the half-way mark and while it feels like I am living at UWMC, I am really enjoying the experience.

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The therapists in Suite C are efficient and friendly and are keeping me well informed.  They let me know when we have delays and the reasons for them and alert me to any changes in our plan or issues with technology.  Continue reading

A cancer free Thanksgiving

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This cancer-free holiday weekend is coming to a close.  It has been a weekend away from cancer care, clinics, hospitals, radiation, scans and therapy.  I am immersed in cancer care, which I am thankful for on this Thanksgiving weekend.  I am thankful for the doctors, nurses, therapists, and researchers who devote their minds, their talents and their energies to ridding me of this disease. Continue reading

So fortunate

Seattle Children's Research Center window sign

Seattle Children’s Research Center window sign

My woes at UWMC continued this afternoon.  I sat, tired and cold, wearing only a hospital gown for more than an hour, waiting for my treatment.  I had stripped down early as I needed to be fitted for a bolus (more on that later).  A nurse noticed my shivering and brought me a blanket, just as my pity party was starting in full force and as a staff member rolled a stretcher down the hall to the doors of the treatment room.  I must have looked puzzled and she said: “Oh, the patient in front of you is a child; he needs to be anesthetized for each treatment so we need a stretcher to take him back to his room.” Continue reading

Lucky Me!

20141013_083943Two weeks and seven treatments down, but more importantly, a few hours until Olivia and Stella arrive!  I am so looking forward to seeing them and to a weekend of seeing Seattle, being tourists, going to the farmers’ markets, walking, and not being radiated!  Not that the radiation has been difficult.  It is time consuming and awkward but the side effects have been minimal.  I can feel a slight sunburn and I am feeling tired, really tired.  I slept 14 hours on Thursday, which isn’t a bad thing, although it was a strange, restless, dream filled sleep, and I was visited for the second time by my bus incident of Tuesday.  I am beginning to wonder if this was a dream to begin with. Continue reading