Category Archives: Second recurrence

Jamais reposé

This clinical trial, while I think it’s doing wonders for my cancer, leaves me feeling tired, like the kind of tired when you have to get up earlier than usual to attend a conference for work or something and it’s … Continue reading

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Sweet sixteen

Sixteenth treatment today. It was completely sweet, and dreamy Jimmy kissed me almost on the lips and asked if I’d go to the drive-in with him. Actually, I just ate a lot to stave off the nausea and had weird … Continue reading

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Up and down

I had chemo number three this week. It was much easier than the second (which was absolutely brutal) and I suspect that’s due to the nurse doing a slow titration, starting with a low concentration of the chemotherapy agent and … Continue reading

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Narrative therapy

I saw my therapist today. I used to joke about wanting to have a therapist so I could be one of those people that could say My therapist says…and now I am one of those people and it is every … Continue reading

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

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

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

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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