Grading My Life

I found my camera and was ready to take a picture of Good Looking's latest wonderful card, but the battery is dead. Now I have to find the dang recharger. Oh wow my life is hard.

I am doing good, (life style changes wise) probably at the B level. I am walking some, but should be doing more. Walking is probably a C. I am eating healthier and that is at the A level.
Al and I shopped at Trader Joe's a few days ago. We bought lots of fresh and organic veggies. I made a so-so veggie soup, which I am eating for at least one meal a day. I am cutting back on meat somewhat. So for none of it is hard.

The hard part may be the macrobiotic eating. Lots of rice and fresh veggies (that part is okay) but it is Japanese based and includes seaweed and other veggie things which sound strange. I know no one else in the family will eat any of it. I think the thing that makes me the most uncomfortable are all the claims that it is cancer free eating. It sounds too much like snake oil. I want to ignore just for the claims. I did promise I would try, so I guess I will get some of the stuff I need and make a meal or two.

I'm Walking,Oh Yeah I'm Walking

So it hasn't been all that far and not all that often, but I have been walking recently. All because so called knowledgeable people say it will make me feel better. They are obviously pigs. They are right, but pigs never the less.

I finished listening to the Pillars of the Earth, by Ken Follett. Dang was that book long. Forty some hours. It wasn't bad, but it was far from a favorite. I don't think I would recommend it to anyone. It was about life in 12th century England and the building of a cathedral. It just didn't seem to give alot of information for as long as it was. God knows it was long, it went on forever, but I can't say I learned much. Maybe cathedral building just isn't my thing. Another part of the reason I didn't much like it was the bits of hinky sex. I don't like reading about women being hurt and abused, especially when it seems gratuitous, just thrown in to interest men.

This post is a bunch of this and that, none of it really connected. Above was the this and next is the that. I am in the post chemo move on, thinking about eating healthier. Bill, the therapist, is suggesting a macrobiotic diet. I don't think I am ready to go that far just yet, but lots more fruits and veggies, less fat,less meat and eating organic sounds good. Tomorrow I think I will go grocery shopping and make a nice veggie soup. Sounds good.

Chemo is done and life is good.

Chemo is Fnished, Praise the Lord

Yesterday I survived the last chemo session. It took three nurses 7 attempts to find a vein they could get into properly. It seems chemo wears out the veins and they all try to pack up and go to Paris, France. I'm just too tired to go now, so they can't either.



I am so glad chem is done. It has gotten easier each session, but it is tiring. I am, according to the nurses, very anemic. Which means I am tired. But it will get better. Soon I'll be back to me and have a some hair. Life will be even better.



Chemo is done, but I will have nine more months of going to that office every three weeks for an IV of Herceptin, which targets the Her2/neu part of my cancer. Her2/new is an aggressive form of breastcancer. Luckily this drug along with the Femera, one of the drugs for Estrogen/Progestrine positive cancer,saves lives. I asked the doctor yesterday what the recurrence rate was for m kind of cancer. He said that if I had only had surgery and radiation the recurrence rate was 40% but adding in chemo and the above drugs drops it down to about 8% I say thank God for research, and modern medicine. I say life is good.



And my stupid computer is still in the shop. It's not stupid viruses, it is shoddy workmanship and poor repairs. This is the sixth time it has been in for the same problem. The battery will not hold a charge. I would get into the details, but they are boring. This time they are to replace the computer. We'll see.

My Computer is in the Shop Again

Geek Squad counted the times it has been sent back. This is the ninth in about 18 months. They are driving me crazy.

Last chemo is coming up and life is looking better. In a couple of months I'll be growing hair. Life is good with hair on your head.

Chemo Related Fatique

Today I saw Adam, the physicians assistant in the Oncologist's office.

• By the way I adore Adam, but the I adore just about everyone in the practice. Not only are almost all of them really nice people, they are saving my life. And yeah, if you save my life, I'll talk really nice about you for a while.
• Adam is almost as nice as the Oncologist, Jon. Jon is the most adored and Adam is the almost most adored.

I saw Adam today and whined abut feeling so tired. And whined some more about how tired my muscles were when I did something like take a shower or vacuum the floor. Adam, in the nicest possible way, told me (and I am paraphrasing here) Chemo related fatigue is real and difficult but sitting on your butt most of the day exacerbates the fatigue. So get off your butt and take a walk.

He is obviously a worthless, no good, rain streaked irrit-monkey. A pig-bean. Hurrumph.

I did leave the office feeling better. Adam is still my almost most adored.