Spent the day in the ER. Moe was barking at me in a way that is tough to describe. Trying to decide if it was excruciating or hellacious. Whatever you call it, Percocets had no influence. Introduced to a new pain drug. Now we wait for the results of a CAT scan. Remains to be seen if I spend the night here.
Looks like the palliative phase of this journey begins. Onward…
I’ve been bed-ridden the last two days. New chemo regimen knocks me on my ass. Basically slept for two days. Started my off week early yesterday. Days like that you wonder if this is what your life is going to be… Returned to the land of the living today. Not a moment too soon.
Was able to cook, do some cleaning and went to the driving range today! I’m comin’ for you, Rich Pilling!!! [Looks into camera, “He’s gonna kick my ass.”]
#5… Today starts my fifth separate chemo protocol. It consists of two drugs I have previously taken. Just not at the same time. Who has more fun than us? Onward…
I was going to post a more substantive missive here, but the reality of my cancer seemed disproportionate to the graphic you’re about to see here… Behold my innards… Ain’t they purdy? Anyway…
I love you all. I am absorbing my chance to play golf as a normal person. I love my golf moments. I also know that my days, as much as I live in the moment, are numbered. Bless you all who reject my notions of my timeline. ONWARD!!!
I’ll make this one fast.
I spy on my MRI: Moe, Larry, Curly and now Shemp. I hate Shemp.
More when I’ve had a chance to digest this. Very disappointed.
Today I turn 60. This, by itself, is not a big deal. However, two years ago I felt – and was sure that – I would be dead today. This morning I woke up at 5am with severe pain in my abdomen. That’s the first time I’d felt that kind of breathtaking pain in several months. There was no doubt that is was my cancer (The 3 Stooges) making sure I remember that at any time, I can be taken. There comes a moment in times like this morning, where you have to decide If you wake your wife and tell her you need to go to the hospital. Fortunately, The double-dose of Percocet kicks in and you get to live a normal life. — If only for another day.
I am lucky to have Sue. I am lucky to have the friends I have. I am lucky that I have outstayed my welcome. Onward…
My Balloon Flower’s first bloom of the season.(Platycodon Grandiflorus) Tim Farrell 2016©
Tappan NY – Just went out of the house to admire the first Balloon Flower bloom of this season. I had feared that we lost it over the winter. Alway a latecomer to the garden, there it was, just as I was giving up hope of seeing it.
The bad news is that I have zero tolerance for hot and humid weather. I guess I can thank two years of chemo for that. (Not that I was very tolerant of H&H before.) The walk to the plant was about 12 yards and back. I was struggling to breath normally as I made my way back to the house.
If you need me, I’ll be in my air conditioned house all day.
I don’t give it too much weight – but it’s been two years since I started chemo. I don’t “celebrate” the anniversary of my diagnosis, which was a few weeks ago – I leave that to Facebook to send me a “Memories” reminder.
I am strengthened by your support and by the Rock which is Sue. Anyway, two years ago I truly didn’t think I’d still be here clogging up the internet with this narcissistic gobbledygook. But here I am. [big long raspberry]
That is all.
*Notice I didn’t write “addition” this time?
Good news: the two tumors in my liver, aka Larry and Curly, have continued to shrink. Bad news: Moe, the one on my pancreas, got slightly bigger. I will start my 4th different chemo protocol next week. Onward…#cancersucks #pnet #onward
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