Wednesday, 11/17 -- I love my drugs. Pretty colors and easy to swallow...

The steroids seem to have me flying high, feeling like myself again. I can feel the chemo drugs in my system due to the side effects. The side effects are suppressed, marinating in the background.

Normally, taking drugs to counter the other drugs is a concept that I would find disturbing. Until all the cancer stuff started, I hated taking aspirin for a headache. I believed that taking symptom suppressing OTC medications for colds, aches, pains and other minor ailments to be counterproductive to my own body's ability to heal itself. Nothing cured a cold except two weeks of coughing, sneezing and dealing. 12 hours of good sleep cured all my minor headaches.

Things have changed. Now I have a segmented pill dispenser that keeps track of what pills I take at Breakfast, Lunch, Supper and Bedtime. If I forget and miss a med, I can feel it within a few hours. The drugs have become a part of my being. I miss them when they are gone, despite all the hardships they cause.

In my mind, vitamin C is a medication. So is an iron supplement. So is Ginseng. I put green tea in this group too. Most foods can be called medication too. It all depends on how and why you are putting it in your body. Nachos are definitely good meds. I'll take a double dose of that stuff, please.

Of all the crazy crap they've been giving me and pushing through my system, the ones that bother me the most are the radioactive dyes they inject into me for CT Scans and the like. They claim that it's not harmful, but they also tell you to drink plenty of water after the test so it "doesn't damage your kidneys." That's just great. That's just freaking great.

Oh, Xmas Tree, Oh, Xmas Tree,
How I see you standing there,
With your shiny, blinky lights,
With your dangly, pointy spikes,
Oh, Xmas Tree, Oh, Xmas Tree,
Oh how we missed you all last year...

This weekend we are putting up one of our three Christmas Trees. Last year we were not in a holiday mood due to us being unemployed and me getting over the gift of two cancer surgeries. We didn't decorate last year.

This year, we need the warm glowing, glowing warmness of our Christmas tree. It's going up on Saturday. The cats missed breaking things off the tree last year, they'll be happy to have it back too.

Something tells me that we'll both be weeping like little children once the tree is completely trimmed. I can't wait.