Okay, here's a post from the blogger widgit - how high tech of me.
The first day after Chemo V and I seem to be doing a lot better... nurse was in such a hurry to get the drugs into me (and me out of the chair) that she pushed at three times the normal speed... continuing even as I vomitted noisily into a bucket.
Still managed to hold down the one chip I nicked last night (but only just) and to have a good brunch today (mind it cost a fortune... green salad, poached salmon in champagne saucy thing, strawberry ice-cream, OJ, coffee - tres Parisian)
Will spend the evening wih my feet up in front of Capote. Marvellous.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Spring - said Zebadee
So Chemo V tomorrow (let’s hope it’s better than Rocky V) and I’ve decided that it will be the chemo of better eating. I’ve felt great during Chemo IV but have rammed anything even resembling a sticky bun so far down my greedy gullet that I choked on my fingers - gaining 8lbs in 3 weeks as a result.
Nurses, doctors etc. all think that this is a great thing – they reckon without my new wardrobe (I can’t bring myself to say ‘closet’) of 29” waisted trousers.
So what pre-treatment news from me? Well I went out to get a manicure today. When the place was closed I tried to buy a photo printer instead (try making that link). When that didn’t work out I went and spent a minor fortune on hemp based trousers and visited a Polish store with the intent of buying a multi-system LCD TV so big you'd think it was related to Mandissa's knickers. I do believe that I’m morphing into a bored Connecticut housewife. All I need now is to have my tits lifted, the more they resemble earrings the better the Martha's and Clarissa's of this world like 'em.
Anyway Chemo V – lots of fresh fruit and veggies, no Easter Eggs (chomping down on the last this afternoon), no giagantic cookies from Sette Pani, no Chocolate Croissants from the new French bakery (even if they are half the size of American breakfast items) and no sneaky visits to the chip shop for a ‘small’ cod and chips.
Sounds miserable dunnit?
Still the sun is out (it’s 25C outside), my camera is back in action (there’s nothing like the sun to bring out Williamsburg’s weirdest) and everyone I know is pregnant – so I have the perfect excuse to hit Sam and Sebastian any buy baby Che T-Shirts.
Life, as they say, is beautiful.
Nurses, doctors etc. all think that this is a great thing – they reckon without my new wardrobe (I can’t bring myself to say ‘closet’) of 29” waisted trousers.
So what pre-treatment news from me? Well I went out to get a manicure today. When the place was closed I tried to buy a photo printer instead (try making that link). When that didn’t work out I went and spent a minor fortune on hemp based trousers and visited a Polish store with the intent of buying a multi-system LCD TV so big you'd think it was related to Mandissa's knickers. I do believe that I’m morphing into a bored Connecticut housewife. All I need now is to have my tits lifted, the more they resemble earrings the better the Martha's and Clarissa's of this world like 'em.
Anyway Chemo V – lots of fresh fruit and veggies, no Easter Eggs (chomping down on the last this afternoon), no giagantic cookies from Sette Pani, no Chocolate Croissants from the new French bakery (even if they are half the size of American breakfast items) and no sneaky visits to the chip shop for a ‘small’ cod and chips.
Sounds miserable dunnit?
Still the sun is out (it’s 25C outside), my camera is back in action (there’s nothing like the sun to bring out Williamsburg’s weirdest) and everyone I know is pregnant – so I have the perfect excuse to hit Sam and Sebastian any buy baby Che T-Shirts.
Life, as they say, is beautiful.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Dr Mazda
So got to the hospital at 9.45
Was stuck for blood
Then ushered into suite 3A where I met with Nurse Maureen
Then told Dr would be right in
Time : 10.05
He showed up at 11.10.
Shook my hand, told me that he was pleased, that decisions on radiotherapy etc could wait, that my results are as close to perfect as you could hope and was gone in a cloud of expensive cologne.
Zoom-zoom-ZOOM
Time : 11.12
Cost : $1400
I make that a possible $40,000 an hour.
Still the news was good
Was stuck for blood
Then ushered into suite 3A where I met with Nurse Maureen
Then told Dr would be right in
Time : 10.05
He showed up at 11.10.
Shook my hand, told me that he was pleased, that decisions on radiotherapy etc could wait, that my results are as close to perfect as you could hope and was gone in a cloud of expensive cologne.
Zoom-zoom-ZOOM
Time : 11.12
Cost : $1400
I make that a possible $40,000 an hour.
Still the news was good
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Quick post
As I have a ten o'clock with my oncologist.
I know that the news is good, I've been told that repeatedly and have the results with the 'Excellent response to treatment' written on them and yet I'm still approaching this meeting with some trepidation. I wonder why that is?
More later - when I'm back
I know that the news is good, I've been told that repeatedly and have the results with the 'Excellent response to treatment' written on them and yet I'm still approaching this meeting with some trepidation. I wonder why that is?
More later - when I'm back
Sunday, April 09, 2006
What a gay day
Had brunch at the cafe pictured here today, sunshine, crisp clean air, my wife and an old friend from Sydney...
... then spent HOURS looking for a bar, eventually ending up in the garden of Williamsburg's least cool spot - a place so unhip that I'm expecting the BillyBurg police to arrive and revoke my provisional hipster license at any moment.
Luckily Chemo Chic is a very B'Burg look so I might just blag my way to an extension - unless they call during America's Funniest Home Videos (the epitome of Suburban sensibility and one of my personal favorites) in which case I'll be forced to eat meat outside of a vegan restaurant and stoned to death with mouldy tofu.
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