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A quick little post
… before my dog absconds with the package of cream cheese I left out on the counter. I don’t have anything to say on this Christmas Eve that’s insightful or inspirational, except eat whatever you want (as long as it doesn’t kill you) and Be Here Now. I love reading your blogs, especially getting email Continue reading
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Words and pictures
My blogging buddy and friend over at BrainPickles ended a recent email to me with this favorite: ‘When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,’ said Piglet at last, ‘what’s the first thing you say to yourself?’ ‘What’s for breakfast?’ said Pooh. ‘What do you say, Piglet?’ ‘I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?’ said Continue reading
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Agita
Maybe I’m a little on edge because later this week I’ll have my first scans since completing treatment at MD Anderson. This nervousness is called “scanxiety,” I understand. Ha, ha. Cancer is hilarious. Or maybe I’m a little agitated because I’m going through withdrawal from the prednisone I was taking for radiation pneumonitis. Or maybe Continue reading
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Spot On
November is Lung Cancer Awareness Month. Are you aware? Every day this month, one (or all) the cancer blogs I read profiles a person involved with lung cancer. Yesterday, Lisa at Every Breath I Take profiled Lucy Kalinithi, widow of Paul Kalinithi, a 37-year old neurosurgeon who died of lung cancer in March of this Continue reading
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Now what?
Just when I was getting the hang of cancer treatment, it’s over. (And I always whisper to myself “yeah, for now” but you can’t hear me say that.) I had my last carboplatin/paclitaxel ritual poisoning two weeks ago. Thirty radiation treatments, five rounds of chemo, a clinical trial I got kicked off of because I Continue reading
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Dancing
This post has nothing to do with anything, just a particularly sweet memory that surfaced today. And since I got nothin’ else you want to hear about — unless you want to hear about the setbacks and side effects of cancer (and I assure you, it’s always something gross or annoying, if not possibly life Continue reading
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Petty and I Don’t Mean Tom
Petty and mean-spirited. It’s what I am today. People with cancer are supposed to be grateful and mindful and I am most of the time in my meditative-elevative state, but not today. I’m physically uncomfortable, missing home, itching from a drug rash, in pain from (pardon my indelicacy) a urinary tract infection and just sick Continue reading
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Vay-cay
Remember when I said I thought I was about to get my ass kicked? Well, I managed to ditch ’em with a few fake-out maneuvers. For now. But it won’t be long before they catch up and prolly mad as hell, too. But that’s another day. You learn to be happy with one day at Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 