Monday, September 20

I'm coming out of my temporary fog. This last round of chemo seemed to do throw me for a pretty harsh tumble. I'm very tired, as usual, but the last few days I was feeling very beaten.

It's like when you have a bad headache, you can't seem to remember what it feels like to NOT have a headache. As your headache fades away, you look back and marvel at just how bad you felt. It's hard to believe that you tolerated feeling that badly.

That's how I feel coming out of chemo. Know what I mean?

If anyone ever offers you cancer, just say "NO!"

Last night I was up until 2:30 with the overwhelming urge to listen to Pearl Jam CDs and sip single malt scotch. I stayed in bed, of course.

Today is a day of listening to music and sipping Gatorade. It would be more romantic to say that I was listening to old records in the dark, sipping my single malt, but alas. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since the beginning of July. I really have no desire for it. I don't think it would hurt anything. Some of the Whole Foods texts I've been reading have recommended some moderate consumption. All in due time.

Surprisingly, unfiltered beer is recommended in the macrobiotic diet. Wine is forbidden. Go figure.

Thank you to all who e-mailed while I was away from my blog. I figured that I would have been able to at least make small entries, but I was wrong.