Monthly Archives: May 2012

The first cut is not always the deepest but sometimes it is the one that refuses to heal

Posted on May 26, 2012 by

I have a small cut on my toe. It became infected. Welcome to the nadir of my immune system for chemo cycle one. What did you cut it on, my doctor asked. I don’t know, I answered. You must know. … Continue reading →

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Nyctinasty

Posted on May 22, 2012 by

I have an affinity for flowers that close and open depending on the time of day. I was ready to come here and write about how I don’t know why they do it, but that seemed lazy and lacked curiosity, … Continue reading →

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Long weekend

Posted on May 20, 2012 by

I’ve been wandering around (or lying down, or sitting down, or leaning against a wall) wondering why I feel this malaise that I don’t remember from the start of chemo last year. I’m noticing the movement of my body feels … Continue reading →

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The third first impression

Posted on May 17, 2012 by

Greetings from the bathroom floor. It seems this third cycle of chemo is presenting itself with that most stereotypical of side effect — nausea. I’ve just been hanging out here, dry-heaving for the last 45 minutes. Thought I’d dodged it. … Continue reading →

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