Watching Rachel Maddow's program last night.
I follow interviewee Xeni Jarden on Twitter. Big reveal: Even Maddow didn't know she had her little dog on her lap throughout this interview.
I read my Twitter feed, oh boy. Well, we all know the awful stories of the day. Ignorance, ill-will, paranoia, gun violence, dragging people off airplanes...Every population has its goons, and now they are empowered.
News on the Homefront* here is positive, though. I am being pampered and entertained, fed well. My daughter went out and bought me a wardrobe of nice things to wear around the house: yoga pants and t-shirts are my style, simple and neat. Comfort is the most important consideration. Terry bought me a blue tooth speaker to use with my I-phone; I enjoy background music on Pandora, mostly repetitive unmemorable Muzak-like streams like marshmellow Radio, whose melodies do not stick in my head. They keep the earworms away which helps me to hold onto my sanity as I experience chemo brain. Not as bad as I had anticipated, but I have three or four more rounds of chemo to go.
We are spending a lot of time on preparing for a future of palliative care. I am not willing to undergo medical torture. My diagnosis does not encourage false hope, but better facing that reality than embarking on crazy expeditions looking for the cure. I am convinced that I'm getting optimum care right here in Hilo, and if I stop feeling that way I can face that and deal with it.
My oncology nurse, who is an angel, has been advocating for me and managed to arrange for a doctor here to put in an IV port, which will save me from being stuck with needles. Kaiser wanted to send me to Oahu for the surgical procedure. I still will have to go Oahu for those big machine diagnostics like PET scans and MRIs.
The family is so enjoying getting away from the dreary Seattle weather. The children love the little pool, and my daughters have sorted through most of my books, a big job. They are going to the beach later.
*Also known as the Peoples' Republic of Bitchistan.