Reaction to Chemotherapy
My new Burka Hairdooz
Today...Stalwart, Proud
Me and the Bluebird of Happiness get the Show on the Road
My dear Adoring Public: hold on to your health!! That old saw "when you have your health you have everything" becomes true at the molecular level of your consciousness when you feel sucky and awful.
Yes, Miz Bodacious Flounce had her pogo knocked in the dirt after my last chemo treatment Friday, 26 Sept.
Shall I regale you with the dull details of my travail? Why not? I had to suffer through it. Why shouldn't you? Extreme exhaustion and this time with quite significant pain in my legs, lower stomach and throughout my upper chest. Bummer!!! That combined with what I would definitely call "depression" is a heavy burden. My noggin' was filled with sugarplums....NOT. Rather I had a perpetual sense of doom and being overwhelmed.
Today the ennui and torture is lifting. I trust it will be as swift a turnaround as it was following my first chemo. Miz Flounce, edgy and fabulous was back within 48 hours that time. May the Furies be so kind to me again.
Dr. Muldoon told me that after my next treatment which should be on 10/17 or so I may get some scans to see if my cancer has "responded to treatment" or not. Given the symptoms of pain/swelling precisely in the areas where the tumors are doing their nasty thing I can tell him in advance that those buggers have taken a hit. Zippadeedoda! Zippadeeay!! Mr. Bluebird is on my shoulder!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONuoSzIqgHY&feature=related
I have two great friends arriving for a visit in two days, Victor and Anne Feske. Will I be in top form to take advantage of these lovely folks' warm presence and wonderfully droll humor?
Jeff, in his earnest, therapy kinda way, suggests that shocks like a health crisis should be used to reflect upon not only the beauty of the day but also my own deeper values and the trajectory of my life. Well...here goes...
I suspect you are on the edge of your Barker Lounger waiting for me to unleash sordid tales of alligator and gar, cajuns and hootenanies, voodoo and grits. Forget it. I am going to explore more cerebral and celestial realms.
Judy, Entrepeneur. Independent Thinker. Mother. Wife. Lady of the South. Lapsed but sweet Christian. All very admirable. I sit here on my laurels. End of exploration. Don't want to stress myself.
But...should Miz Flounce be concerned about Kali? What say you?
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/k/kali.html
Judy, on the Rebound (via Jeff)
PS You may have noticed that my head hairs now have a new luster? Well, that ain't henna. Unfortunately my grey pate of old (or old grey pate?) was part of the chemo collateral damage. I now generally have my brainpan encased in either a glorious blond product by Dynel or I look like an escapee from Saudi Arabia in one of my many Burkas.
PPS If you want some difficult reading (the only type my son Jeff seem to "get off" on) he recommends a recent piece in Harper's Magazine. It is all about viewing cancer as an agent that evolves. Sounds like that will keep you up in a sweat for many a night. Anyway, upon his very dubious recommendation I pass along: http://harpers.org/archive/2008/04/0081988
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You fall out of your mother's womb,
you crawl across open country under fire,
and drop into your grave.
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Reaction to Chemotherapy
My new Burka Hairdooz
Today...Stalwart, Proud
3 comments:
You go Girl! Loved the "you betcha" in your blog. The Chemo is turning you into a blond/bald/burka'd Sarah Palin!! That is stunning but, I trust, you are also correct that your chemo is giving your cancer a very, very hard time indeed. We want to see enjoy you and have you enjoy yourself until 2037 (as you expect) at a very minimum.
Mother says this will cure all that ails you. Go to the Garden Center and buy several family pac size of those lady bugs. Dump them on various parts of your nude body. Hold hands with someone and chant while they skitter about, "luv babees, luv babees prance upon me!" over and over. The lady bugs' tiny feet set up vibrational resonances in tune with other health dimensions which will pour all over you!
Are these people who write these comments your friends or just yokels and brainshocked refugees from another Universe? What dopes.
Judy (may I be informal...I feel I know you) here is a reassuring fact from someone who Knows.
I am an incarnation of Kali.
Currently you are not in our gunsights.
That may change.
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