Browsing All posts tagged under »chemotherapy«


March 8, 2015


Please have another option. Come on… one more. My doctor bent back two of his fingers and rested each on the palm of his other hand. Each digit represented one of my possible chemotherapy options he had just finished explaining. Minutes earlier he entered the exam room. I’m sure he was clued in at this […]


February 24, 2015


The white paper crinkles when I shift my weight. I suppose the paper is there to stop the Ebola virus from spreading by means of the beige pleather covering of the exam-room table. The fluorescent bulbs give the neutrally-designed walls and desk a sterile glow. I’ve been in this room, or one equally as vanilla, […]

The Real Deal.

January 31, 2015


On January 7th, I bared the bump on my upper-left chest to the oncology nurse, she pushed against my access port a few times and, once again, plunged the half-inch needle down to the clear plastic elbow. This marked the beginning of my reentry into the world of chemotherapy. Just as we had on the […]

Spaces In Between.

January 5, 2015


It’s Sunday night, it’s quiet at home, and I’m the exhausted. I’m not sure if it was yesterday’s cross country skiing, today’s powder turns at Discovery Basin, or if it’s from tonight’s curling match my friends and I just won at the community ice center. It doesn’t matter which, not yet, because this is exhaustion […]

Coming Home Again.

December 17, 2014


I’m celebrating my 6- week surgery-versary. It doesn’t sound like a much time, but feels like ten times that. I’m progressing surprisingly well, though everyday continues to be filled with monitoring and problem solving. Once I go the A.O.K from my surgeon, I packed up my colostomy bags and pointed my steering wheel due-west. I […]

83% through 33%

August 27, 2014


I’ve officially made the transition from counting up the number of days I’ve had radiation treatments, to counting down the number of days remaining. That’s a pretty big deal. …especially if you’re my insides. My baseline of existence for the last few weeks has been squeezing waterfalls out of my backside to the point of […]

Deuces Wild.

August 13, 2014


It was apparent from the first consult with the radiologist, that the┬áthird week of treatment was going to be a benchmark of sorts. It didn’t disappoint. With chemotherapy’s crippling nausea addressed and mostly behind me, I had the radiation side effects to prepare for; specifically, the radiation burn and diarrhea. The burn, akin to a […]