The tumor is receding. I can breathe easy now. Drawbacks are low energy, attacks on non-tumor cells, nausea (which does not seem bad today). Next week: GP, Oncologist, infusion. It's an up and down, roller coaster ride.
I won't lie. I am going through a very rough patch now. The chemo is taking it all out of me. A lot of the bad effects kick in after a couple of weeks, and they are grim. I'm thinking about all of you and will visit your blogs when I'm feeling a little better. Thank you for your encouragement. It helps a lot. When I have cheery news to impart, I will impart it.
He is the husband of Katrina vanden Hueval, editor of The Nation Magazine. When we went on The Nation seminar cruise, Cohen was telling everyone that Putin was being unfairly attacked. I believed it. I am very ashamed that I did. This is the kind of mistake leftists make. We can be so gullible. Well, I guess it's lenient of me to call it a mistake. Worse than that. Cohen helped Clinton lose the election by moving the left away from her, implying that she was a warmonger who wanted to attack Russia. I'm mortified that I fell for this.
...some Democrats on the left find all this [criticism of Putin] a bit unnerving. "That reckless branding of Trump as a Russian agent, most of it is coming from the Clinton campaign.," Stephen Cohen, a professor emeritus at New York University and Princeton, told CNN in an interview over the summer, "And they really need to stop."
As far as I know, Cohen has never retracted his statements. (Sorry, I took this off Twitter and have lost the source.)
Update: It's from the NYT. Just another nail in the coffin.
Kind of on a rocky road with the chemo right now. If everything is OK, I'll start the second round of treatment on Thursday.
Just got off the phone with friend who will visit later. She had a brain tumor and radiation, seems to be cured. She even went on the Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage walk last fall.
Called Rep. Tulsi Gabbard and got assurance from her assistant that she plans to vote against Trumpcare. Explained my situation and pointed out that I would not last a week if my only recourse for treatment was the emergency room! Fingers crossed that this pernicious bill will not pass.
Every a..m. Terry and I sit and strategize over coffee. We are getting the help we need with the yard, and Terry is good with household matters, much better than me, actually, but he is still working and really does need to go to the Mainland on business from time to time. We are thinking about making an arrangement with a woman who is taking care of a friend who might be able to do some things for us. I really can't be alone right now.
I must say that adhering to the drug regimen is working very well to control symptoms. I feared becoming addicted to the opioids but find if I take them at the same time every day and am strict with myself, the craving goes away.
I am becoming addicted to my Twitter feed! Seeing the events in Washington unfold in real time is hypnotic.
Your support means more to me than you will ever know.
I saw my oncologist yesterday. The first round of chemo has been very effective. The chemo drugs seem to have targeted the cancer without causing a lot of over-all damage to my system. The drug regimen for the coughing, and the heart medicine, are controlling symptoms; my energy remains very low but I am not in pain and am eating and sleeping well. Now I get a break from treatment and start a second round in two weeks.
The future plan is several more chemo rounds followed by a maintenance regime of small amounts of chemo, designed to keep me comfortable but not promising a cure. This seems sensible to me. Quality of life is the first consideration. It's a crap shoot, but I don't feel as if I have to suffer unduly.
To my surprise I'm discovering reserves of courage that I did not think I had. My staunch belief in science helps a lot.
So I continue to keep tabs on the circus in Washington, D.C., and I see that the wheels of justice are turning, slowly, slowly but exceedingly fine.
And it is a lovely morning. The vog (volcanic smog) is gone, and the air is full of perfume.
The weekend was lovely. I felt better yesterday than I have in months, I think mostly due to the effects of the digitalis. Cousin and Robert came over, and Robert and Terry fixed a real Sunday breakfast with pancakes and bacon, fruit, good coffee, and we ate out on the deck. Today a little tired and shaky. I'm getting strong enough to face my situation as it changes day to day, and the more I keep on track with my treatment the better I will do. It's best not to grasp at false hopes. I understand why people in this situation panic and take to strange diets and other advice from strangers, but I'm sticking to "conventional" medicine. Today I see the oncologist, who will appraise how well the chemo is doing. I'm getting a little of that "chemo brain;" dozy, disinclined to think about complicated matters.
What a news day! Unbelievable. Can't keep up, won't even try. Top hit: Merkel's facial expressions!!!
I'm reading the wonderful Jeff Sharlet's masterpiece, The Family. What we are experiencing is the disintegration of a power structure that has tampered with democracy ever since its inception in this country. It's the ideology of a charismatic Jesus-based cult of secrecy, power, class, race, masculinity and prosperity. This does not mean it's all over for America. Far from it! The battle is on now, big time. I'll review the book sometime next week.
I'm 50% Irish but never have been much of an enthusiast for the country or culture. I do look Irish and have the gift of the gab for sure, but the Auld Sod does not warm my soul. I've never been to Ireland and will not make it over there in this lifetime.
I was delighted that MSNBC's Joy Reid helped to celebrate St. Patrick's Day at the famous Riverside Church, where I was fortunate enough to attend a service some years ago. She is just one of the many fabulous Americans that make this country so fascinating and thriving.
We are continuing to revise and adapt to the new realities of my illness. My appetite has returned, although it's much finickier than it used to be. Digitalis makes me feel weird but also stronger. With strict adherence to my drug regimen and getting as much rest and sleep as I can, and with Terry's care, I can manage and am fairly comfortable.
Here is the prep for a stir fry: Locally grown veg. from the farmers' market + tofu. Served with rice. The avocado from our backyard tree is for tacos tomorrow. All American, as I say!