» Radiation tri-blade » I thought by now (10 weeks out) that eating and putting-the-weight-back-on would be no problem .. that I would be an eating machine. A voracious, unstoppable eating machine with an appetite to match. Obviously I was mistaken.

10 Weeks Out » Weight Recovery More Challenging Than Anticipated

I stepped on the scale today » 141. Whoa. That scared me. Because I have been working at it. Working at eating. Working at putting the weight back on.

I actually picked up the scale off the floor and held it right in front of my face .. to make sure I was reading the digital numbers correctly.

Then I weighed myself again. And even a third time. And then with a different scale (.. which read even lower).

I called cousin Patty. She is good when I am freaking out. Remarkable, really.

The MunstersYou should see her go to work on your nastiest problems. A thing to behold. She definitely has that compassion / empathy thing figured out.

"Wow, you are really good," I catch myself saying .. the way she reframes something to make it look not so .. not so freaky.

For example (most recently) I said, "But listen to my voice. I still sound like a munchkin."

She said, "Hey, for weeks I couldnt even talk to you cuz you had NO VOICE AT ALL. So this is a big improvement."

[ My voice is still raspy. You should hear me singing Cheap Trick's Surrender around the house when I am alone » "Momma's alright! Daddy's alright! They just seem a little weird..." ]

I will not deny .. that sometimes I feel like I am at the end of my rope. And that bitch is fraying fast.

Kirk » "Scotty, I need more power!"
Scotty » "She's breaking up, Capt'n. I dont think I can hold 'er together much longer."

I hadnt weighed myself for a couple of weeks .. since I had been stablized at ~150 (.. after losing 30 lbs frighteningly fast).

I wasnt gaining yet, but at least I had stopped dropping. (They will not give me a feeding tube now.)

I took off my shirt and looked in the mirror. There's not much of anything left. Feeling lightheaded, ditzy, unsteady on my feet. (More-so than usual.)

I exaggerate when I say that walking back up the short hill after taking the garbage cans down to the road for pick-up felt like climbing Half Dome .. but not as much as you might imagine.

FrankensteinI bet my blood pressure is low. My chemo doctor says, "The weight takes the blood pressure with it."

I see her in another two weeks. I need to get those 10 lbs back. Or she will give me shit .. about not eating enough. But it is more challenging than I had anticipated. Much more.

It seems like any little excuse will suffice to keep you from eating. It takes a determined, concerted, diligent effort. Because I am never hungry, and my stomach would rather I not put anything in there (.. thank-you very much).

Some days my tummy definitely feels better than other days .. like the effects of chemo (which attacks everything from the cells in your mouth to those in your anus) are waning, but not completely gone yet.

I've even gone back to drinking Ensure .. a can a day. And let me tell you .. after a month or so of drinking Ensure, and nothing but Ensure .. it tastes terrible.

But I can tell that my body likes it, or something in it. "Ooh, that feels good. I dont feel so crappy any more."

Cousin Patty did a little research and said that she read how the best way to put on the weight is with » beef stew, which I happen to have some experience with.

I dont think I am up to that right now .. fixing a batch of stew. But maybe in another week or two. Maybe I'll even throw in a bone or two.

During the darker days of treatment, when the weigh was falling off fast .. I probably watched 25 times this cooking video at the NY Times on making Texas-style chili. [ Here is another that I found while searching. ]

Dude, I was downright mesmerized, watching it. I mean, a part of me wanted that soo bad. But my stomach and throat would have no part of it. Yet that didnt stop me from watching. Again and again and again. Like a part of me felt I could somehow get a yummy calorie or two if I focused intently enough on the yumminess.

That was when I got the new laptop .. cuz I remember how much better it looked. The old laptop (Celeron) would choke on high-def video. And the Texas Chili video is obviously high quality. Made with love.

In the chemo infusion area at Moores, there are TV's for you to watch whatever you might please. They swing around in front of you. But during the later chemos, when my ass was dragging, the only channels that did it for me were the cooking channels.

But I try to keep the food intake more-or-less continuous. Right now, for example, I am sipping on a smoothie of mango cubes + strawberries + organic blueberries with plain yogurt (no sugar) and powdered protein. Pretty yummy (I'm sure).

Made with apple juice and pina colada juice. (When all else fails, I bust out the Lorna Doones.)

The Starry Night by Vincent vn Gogh (1889)Where to Go When the Clock of Cancer Treatment » Strikes Twelve Midnight?

And in the midnight hour .. when I thought I might die ..

.. I played » Kingdom Rush Frontiers. (At Armor Games, tho you can also play at Kongregate.) Because playing it makes me feel close to the Bug.

I found that the focus required to engage the strategy of the game .. really does take your mind off how shitty you feel.

Here is an article that says poetry helps keep your head on straight .. when it is trying to come off. When darkness comes. To chew on your ass. I can see that .. sure.

He has not seen the new laptop yet.

I remember him saying » "Dad, I am not going to play Minecraft on your laptop any more because it is so laggy. On mom's new computer it plays really good. Your laptop sucks."

No, he did not say, "Your laptop sucks." But that's what I heard.

Playing games with your son .. working thru the various strategies required to complete each one .. engaging those problem-solving muscles .. this is a great way to bond, I have found.

The game that we bonded most with, I would say is » Bob (Came in Pieces). That was fairly challenging.

Fancy PantsAnd sometimes he is the one who really wants to play .. but he wants me to play, especially at the tough spots.

Then when it gets easy (and fun) again, he takes over. "Thanks, dad. I can take it from here."

Afterwards, when all the zombies are dead and your are the king of your universe, the best way to chill out is with the latest episode of Wipeout (with sexy joker Jill Wagner. She can be girlfriend #3, as Jorge would say.). We would laugh our asses off.

Writing about him is making me miss him. So let's change the subject.

I have not seen him since the Fourth. I told him » "I'm going to be focusing all my attention and energy on completing this treatment and getting better."

At first, we did not tell him the 'C' word. I just said I had a swollen gland in my neck. Later, after the tumor shrank and all the doctors said, "You responded well to treatment. Looks beautiful. We have complete resolution." .. that's when she told him the 'C' word.

» The Darkest Moments for Dostoevsky's Dad the Doctor

Right after I wrote this about what I did when shit got very bad (.. find whatever escape you are able) I read the following interesting two sentences in the new Dostoevsky bio that I've been reading.

Two sentences about Dostoevsky's father, Mikhail, who served as a doctor in the campaign of 1812 »

What sustained Mikhail Andreevich in the midst of his woes was, first and foremost, the unstinting and limitless devotion to his wife. But in his very darkest moments, when no earthly succor seemed available, he took refuge in the conviction of his own virtue and rectitude, and in the belief that God was on his side against a hostile or indifferent world.

Where do you go when life gets unbearable? Where do you seek refuge when there seems like no earthly succor available?

Hopefully you'll never have to find out.

» Pushing the Protein

I try to focus on the protein .. because that is the building block to build muscle. I am not certain, but I think it is costly, biologically speaking, to build muscle (.. which invoves protein synthesis).

I mean, like it is for a snake to produce venom. Fatiguing. And here might be a good place to note that my ass has been so fatigued .. maybe a year out I'll be able to return and discuss the fatigue. Physical fatigue.

I mean, the process of losing 40 lbs .. so quickly .. there is a word that my chemo doctor used to describe the effect of what happens to the (your) body when it loses a lot of weight quickly .. but I cant recall the word right now. (Blame it on the chemo.)

I know that it is not a pretty word, tho. "I'll pass on that word. May I have another, please?"

Carbs, on the other hand, give you energy. Which I could use more of.

Because eating has proven problematic .. I have sought to make each bite count, by focusing on 'nutrient-dense' foods.

Arnold Posing to Display his Muscles» Nutritional Nostalgia

I have studied the subject of nutrition, somewhat. It was not along ago when I was working out regulaly, and had put on ~20 lbs of muscle. I max'ed out at 205, and was not there long. But at 195, I am invincible. Bulletproof. And I have spent plenty of time there at 195.

"Gunpowder soup, yum. More nails, please."

I remember after about 9 months, I was looking pretty good, and this girl came up the stairs there at the 24-Hour Fitness in Costa Mesa (where Dennis Rodman and Babalu work out) one Friday eve. And she gave me the look. You know 'the look'.

And I thought » "It has been a long time since a girl gave me the look."

» The Muscle Chick

I dated this muscle chick once. She competed. At tournaments. Pretty much all she did was to talk about and think about and plan for .. eating and working out. It totally consumed her life.

She would explain the strengths and weaknesses of every muscle in her body. And what needed work.

But she resonated at a level that I found interesting, yet it began to get tedious. I mean, she could not relax. Maybe it was her energy level. But she had a drive about her. And sometimes I just want to chill and not be driven .. no matter what cool place she might be trying to take me to.

When she started to cut the carbs, she got a little crazy. A little weird. A little strange. But she could rock a summer dress .. that's for sure. After me, she dated a big black dude .. who she got along great with.

I met her at a church in Orange county. Professional girl. Had it going on. The only church girl I ever dated who wasnt a singer. (I've always had a thing for singers.)

Anyway, I totally feel as tho the reserves of physical strength that came from that intense physical exersion, where I am dead-lifting enough to catch a nice little buzz .. I know that helped me thru this ass-whupping that is cancer-treatment.

I just got another email recently from the sister of clinical trials patient #24 (I was #23, like MIchael Jordon & Miley) checking on me. I told her that I'm sure her brother's years of elite-level training would help him deal with effects of treatment better than those of your average patient.

Speaking of nutrition .. did you know that cooking sauerkraut kills the natural probiotics?

Seeing that chemo wrecks havoc on your stomach (among other things, many other) .. I have been paying extra close attention there to re-establishing some kind of healthy bacterial environment. (with pro-biotics)

So I have some yogurt most every day .. which contains probiotics. And I'm actually snacking (right now) on a small bowl cold Claussen sauerkraut (.. for the probiotics it contains). I like this stuff. But you can only eat so much sauerkraut .. until your face starts contorting.

» Chocolate Radiation Throat Torture

My Nutritionist (Dietician) said while discussing strategies for me to put the weight back on » "I wont even suggest chocolate. Every patient with your treatment reports problems with chocolate. So we'll skip that."

When the chocolate melts, it coats your dry (radiation) throat .. and is hark to wash away .. unless your have something to warm to drink, like hot chocolate.

It's a rather unpleasant feeling. I was riding home one night during treatment and busted out a Kind Bar, all of which have some chocolate (with nuts).

And I only had a bottle of water with me. [ You take water with you everywhere during treatment. If I forget my water bottle, I have the driver pull over at the first convenience store. ]

But the water is colder than your throat, and does not wash away the chocolate coating your throat.

I was hating life for a good chunk of that ride home. So I know why she said that everybody reports problems with chocolate.

» Permanently Tanned Neck (from Radiation)

I have noticed that my neck now has a permanent tan .. fairly dark. I mean, I havent been out in the sun very much since autumn. Early on in treatment, I remember my chemo doctor saying » "When you are out in the sun, I want you to keep this covered up." [ meaning the skin of my neck ]

I also remember her saying » "When you go for your radiation shots, I dont want any creams on your neck. I want your neck dry. After the shot (radiation), you can put on a moisturizer."

It is merely cosmetic, so it doesnt bother me. But I wonder if the tan will eventually go away.

I also have not had to shave since treatment began. The combination of the radiation and the chemo stops hair on my face/neck from growing (at all).

Only during this past week has my mustache started growing again .. because they dont shoot that area with as much radiation as they do the neck/throat. This mustache looks kinda stupid .. a fine, dark mustache.

My Ears-Nose-Throat surgeon, after he examined me a few weeks after treatment concluded, said that my throat was in great shape. He said a lot of patients develop a nasty thickening of the throat, from the radiation.

"I know you still feel like shit," he said [ I'm paraphrasing here ] "but this is great. This is as good as it gets." He seemed encouraged, and maybe even enthusiastic, that I had responded so well to treatment, and come thru it in reasonably good shape.

I had seen the way other patients ahead of me in treatment had developed problems with the skin of their neck from radiation (burns) .. so much so that they wore white gauze about their neck with a this coating of Silvadene burn cream underneath.

The doctors told me that once a skin-sore opens on the neck (from radiation burns), it usually keeps getting worse. But I never did develop any sores on the outside skin of my neck. Tho I had a jar of Silvadene handy .. just in case. I hear this stuff is like magic .. for those whose skin has been burnt.

I think creams tend to act as an intensifying agent for the radiation .. which is why they want your neck dry during the shots (.. which last only 3 mins).

Anyway, I remember it freaking me out .. when I saw this little Asian lady, with the white 'turtleneck' gauze. Dude, she did not look good. No. She did not look like a happy camper.

And you think » "If this is what is in store for me, I am soo fucked."

I called Patty on the way home. Again, she had me feeling good. It took a while, yeah.

Patty did not say this, but the thing to remember with cancer .. is » the shit will KILL you. All these other inconveniences, such as » dry mouth, loss-of-taste, sore throat, nausea .. they may suck, but they wont kill you.

So killing the cancer is always your main focus. I know this seems obvious from your perspective, but while you are in treatment, it is easy to lose sight of. Very easy. While that treatment crocodile is gnawing on your ass. Toothy fucker that he is.

David by Michelangelo (1501-1504) in Florence, Italy» Examining the Creative Process

Sometimes when I write about this stuff kicking my ass .. this cancer treatment stuff .. I think about what Paul wrote about "glorying in his weakness".

Sometimes when I write (what you might call » the c.r.e.a.t.i.v.e p.r.o.c.e.s.s) I think » "I am not exactly sure what is going on here, but it looks like it could be pretty cool .. especially with the addition of some cool graphics."

There is a lot of energy you can feel .. creative energy. Maybe too much.

You kinda get into this trancey rhythm and go with it. Run with it. Try to stay one with it. Ride the dragon. See where it takes you. Explore new lands.

I think that all writers, at one time or another, have had an urge to craft something so remarkably prescient or prophetic .. that scholars will come along in 50 or 100 years and say » "Look how far ahead of his time he was. Look what he was doing way back then."

Do you reckon Rembrandt ever had such a thought?

I am very much excited, you know, about the possibilities that the digital age has opened up to the writer.

But this is not what I am writing about today. Nevertheless, this will allow me to return in the future and lift this part of the entry out and transfer it to its own page, where I can explore the topic at greater length .. should I desire such a thing.

Another monthly archive that is rich with topics to mine is » May, 2014 .. which morphed into June & beyond. That is the entry where I talk about » Flirting .. something with which I happen to have plenty of first-hand experience.

Sitting on a Red Park Bench on a Rainy Day» The Writer Behind the Writer

I noticed that the section I wrote titled » The Writer Behind the Writer .. never made it into a Moveable Type page.

I had to go back to the monthly archive (of March, 2014) in order to get that link.

And while there I noticed many other cool-sounding heading titles. How about this one » Brunelleschi Puts the Dome On .. Where Others Have Failed (Many Others)

I did not even have the (in-page) anchor-links set up for those sections. I had to go back and create the anchors today.

Boy, I could really get lost in such an entry .. especially when the stars align and when I am feeling inspired. (Just thinking out loud.)

» Writing About the White Angel / Black Angel Dream 3-Months Pre-Lymph Node Swelling

I totally forgot about writing about my white angel / black angel dream. March 2014 was three months before my lymph node swelled.

A dream analysist might suggest that a white angel wrestling with a black angel represents life wrestling with death, no?

I once dated this girl who had read some books on dream interpretation. "Tell me your dreams," she would say upon waking.

I actually found her thoughts and insights interesting .. especially when she took a yucky dream and turned it into something good and positive.

"You have powerful dreams," she said.

But my surgeon said » "You've probably been growing that thing for a year .. maybe even 18 months."

It took me so long to get the biopsy that it had grown huge by the time he saw me.

The lymph node swelled early June. But I initially thought it was a tooth-related problem.

The clinical trials girl said everybody says the same thing .. that they thought the problem (in their mouth) was due to something else, maybe something they ate, and that it would eventually go away. Nobody wonders if they might have cancer.

It might be interesting for me to go back and see what I was writing about .. in the months and weeks leading up to the swelling of the lymph node.

It is not very difficult to transfer Dreamweaver-created pages into Moveable Type pages .. but there is some stylistic adaption that goes on .. so it takes focused concentration.

Crème Brûlèe all day» Taste & Saliva (Begin to) Return

On the positive side, both taste and moisture have started to return to my mouth these last few days.

It's not all the way there, no, but noticeably improved (.. which is a HUGE development). 10 weeks post treatment. My ENT surgeon says » "Three to six months."

Actually, it was the clinical trials girl who said » "Saliva affects taste, so one affects the other."

To be honest, it didnt really make much sense to me at the time, but this has indeed been my experience .. that mouth moisture (via your salivary gland, which gets cooked during radiation treatment) tracks with taste. They both seem to have improved, beginning the very same day. Go figure.

Another positive development » my forearms stopped aching. There were maybe 4 or 5 days where my forearms ached .. as if all the places where they had stuck me with an I-V over the past few months ..

.. started hurting. Started calling out to me. That is gone.

I am also pleased to report that I put a Smokehouse almond in my mouth yesterday and could actually taste it! Woohoo!

Not full flavor, yet. But I could tell there was a Smokehouse almond in my mouth. Loss-o-taste for Smokehouse almonds (.. which I love, one of my favorite foods) .. was one of the first things to go.

I almost felt like crying when I first put a Smokehouse almond in my mouth and could not tats it. So when I was able to taste it yesterday, I felt like celebrating. Small victorieson on the road of recovery from a brutal cancel treatment ..

.. where you get punched in the mouth every day for seven weeks. I do not not know what the treatment of radiation & chemo feels like for the cancer cells .. but I know they do not like it. I could almost hear them screaming like a girl.

» Crying Like a Girl

Side note » back when I was taking the Bug to school 3 days a week (Wed-Thurs-Fri, on the bus) .. before the bell rang for them to get in line, I would push him and his friends on the swings there. We usually had 10 or 15 minutes.

"Push me! Push me!" they would cry. "Higher! Higher!"

"Do you want a regular push?" I would ask, "or a super-duper push?"

No matter how I characterized the pushes, they always wanted the biggest, highest, gnarliest push. "To the moon with you."

"You're not going to cry like a girl, are you?" I would taunt.

So sometimes they would cry » "Push me next. With a super-duper push. I wont cry like a girl." (Even the girls would say this.) Kids.

» A Drug to Stimulate the Salivary Gland

The clinical trials girl told me that they have a drug to stimulate the salivary gland .. but that the side effects are worse than the alternative.

"What side effects?" I asked.

"Hallucinations," she said.

"Oh, I think I've had that drug." [ I didnt say this, but thought it. ]

» Occasional Morning Queasies

Sometimes however, not often, I wake in the morning to take a few sips of water and suddenly feel nauseous .. and have to run for the bathroom.

It's not nearly as bad as during the hey-day of treatment, when pretty much every morning sent me running for the bathroom. (That was some of the worst parts of treament. Felt very krappy.)

I dont know if this is anything like the morning sickness that some women experience during pregnancy, but I can tell you it sucks. Badly.

The chemo attacks your stomach, and all rapidly-reproducing cells .. from your mouth to your butt. That is its job. That is what it's designed to do.

But the chemo cant tell the difference between a cancer cell and a healthy cell.

It would be good if next-generation drugs could somehow differentiate and leave the healthy cells alone. Probably just wishful thinking .. like my brickman analogy.

Every morning (I have noticed) after I eat steak the day before, I feel queasy when wake. But not like during treatment .. 15 or 20 mins later I am fine.

PET/CT scanner» Important PET Scan Scheduled for Next Month

One of the girl's at my Radiation Oncologist's office (at Moores) called yesterday to say that she will be scheduling my PET scan next month.

I already have the date for the post-PET scan review, but not for the scan itself.

I love PET scans (.. uh, compared to CT scans, anyway). With a PET scan, the needle is only in your arm for a few secs, and they only shoot a little. Unlike the 'fire hose' they use with some of the more-comprehensive CT scans, which can hurt your vein.

Me » "Ouch."

Girl in the CT Scan Booth (announcing over the speaker) » "Okay, I've started the contrast."

Me » "No shit."

My ENT surgeon says (of next month's PET scan) » "That will be the most important test of your life."

My Radiation Oncologist says » "Yes, it is a very important test, but I dont want you to freak out if they find something. The doctors who analyze these PET scans are very reluctant to sign off on them .. if they find even the smallest thing. Many times we have gone in with surgery afterwards and found nothing. But we'd rather be safe than sorry."

From what I gather .. if they find anything .. that means surgery instead of more radiation chemo. I do NOT want surgery .. that much I can tell you surely. I am soo done with this cancer stuff.

But if they go in and find something .. they 'remove' it. (Tho they use a much fancier word .. that I'd rather not recall right now.)

I just read an article today that says the PET scan will soon be used to diagnose Chronic Traumatic Encephalitis (CTE) experienced by some of today's pro football players. [ Two-hour video posted here. Those residing outside the States may need to configure a US-based proxy in order to view the video. ]

Regarding the subject of cancer in general, two links that I want to share are » here (Feb 25) and here (March 27). I may discuss them sometime in the future. It is unrelated, but another cool link » here. (It's probably more related to my College entry.)

» The Drought in California & the Unprecedented Steps Being Taken to Combat

This one is interesting, too, about the unprecedented steps being taken here in California to combat the drought. [ More. ]

If you do read this article, see if you find this the most eyebrow-lifting sentence » "Mr. Brown and other state leaders [assume] that this marks a permanent change in the climate, rather than a particularly severe cyclical drought."

And dont miss the amazing interactive map. It takes a minute to load all the data.

This is also excellent. This is thought-provoking.

Cape Town, South Africa» Greetings from a Beautiful Autumn Day in Cape Town

One of the best parts of having a web site like this one is the notes you receive from cool people all over the world. Today, for example, I received one from Cape Town, South Africa .. from Steve.

"Just read your latest. Thinking of you and saying hi from a beautifully autumnal Cape Town."

He's the one who shared the intimate photos of people gathered outside Mandela's home in Johannesburg following his death last year (Dec, 2013).

Have you noticed, by the way, that Joseph Frank, who wrote that killer bio on Dostoevsky that I am currently reading, also lived during the exact same years as Nelson Mandela? » 1918-2013.

When it is day here, it is night there. When it is spring here, it is autumn there. Everything is the polar-opposite.

He even sent the Bug a book (from Amazon) for his birthday » "It was one of my favorites growing up." That was very kind of him. And generous.

So naturally I include him on the mailing list that I send to family & friends. You know » "I saw the doctor today. He said thus-n-such. So that means..."

He does lots of hiking and backpacking and travelling .. always sending me photos of exotic places to make me jealous. I sometimes find myself living vicariously thru him.

He works in the Film industry there .. directs, shoots, edits. He does it all. Loves his toys .. the cooler the better. I happen to know a little about such things .. after living with a Film school student for years.

His brother went to Brown (Rhode Island). So there are numerous things (such as Ivy league brothers) wherein I find myself resonating with him. Easily.

» I Married Your Father Because He Was Smart

[ When I was small, mom once told me » "Honey, I married your father because he was smart and because he had beautiful teeth." .. which, at the time, seemed like a poor choice of criteria. ]

Few have the time to conduct much of an online relationship over many years .. but a note or photo every month or two (or three) .. can be a nice way to touch base. But (like anything) it's the longevity that makes it special.

His note prompted me to fix a cup of honeybush, a yummy South African tea.

Blood Moon Tetrad of 2014/15» The Blood Moon of April 4th

By chance, I woke at 4:30 on the morning of the blood moon we had a few days ago on April 4th.

It took some focus and determination (very lightheaded and spacy) but I made it outside by 4:45. The 'total eclipse' part lasted only 5 mins (they say), beginning at 4:58.

Dude, the moon looked more yellow-ish to me than red. And nothing seemed to change at 4:58. Or 5 mins later. The moon did indeed look cool. But it stayed cool like that the whole time I was out there.

I started getting cold after that and went back inside .. and fell fast asleep. (Sleeping has NOT been a problem, no.) I did not hear any voices saying that the end of the world is nigh.

What a way to celebrte Passover. There remains one more blood moon of the tetrad .. some 6 months from now in October, which falls on Sukkot.

Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881)» The Thing that Makes Dostoevsky Dostoevsky

Stirring around inside, I can feel the workings of an entry titled » The Thing that Makes Dostoevsky Dostoevsky (According to Joseph Frank).

But this entry is beyond me right now. I should probably go grab a bite to eat. My tummy gets full so fast.

141 .. you gotta be kidding me. Perhaps I should look more closely into purchasing a little legal cannabis. (One little puff and I would become the munchie man.)

Rad Brickman Predictive Algoritm » Merely Wishful Thinking (Obviously)

I just realized that today is the end of my Brickman analogy of March 7th (.. 3 weeks of 'vacation' plus 7 weeks of treatment = 10 weeks).

I can see now that my Brickman analogy sucks. I cant possibly be over the effects of radiation and chemo .. when I cant even stop dropping weight.

Back to the drawing board.

My Radiation doctor said I should have the lion's share of the recovery by 4 months. (Let's hope.) Tho some things can take 6 months to repair.

Unscientific Brickman Predictive Algorithm » Maybe Not So Shabby

Update 10 April » Ooh, I actually feel halfway decent. Like I have a reserve of energy. Not a large reserve, no. But a reserve nonetheless. Which is nice .. especially when you have had NO energy reserve for months.

So maybe my Brickman prediction algorithm is not as bad as I thought. My weight is still 142 (scary, yes) but I feel pretty decent for somebody who just got his ass kicked and lost 40 lbs pretty freaking fast.

Just the difference between the beginning of week 10 and the end .. made a big difference.

I took a vitamin today for the first time since treatment began. A gummy vitamin .. that cousin Patty had dropped into one of her legendary care packages. But I dont think that a vitamin could make this big of a difference so quickly.

Today is the first day that I have the faintest connection with how I felt before treatment began.

My intuition tells me that my blood is getting back to normal. My chemo doctor said, "Once it starts, it takes right off." [ improving blood counts for white, red blood cells & platelets ]

I see her a week and a half. She has scheduled for me a super-duper blood work up .. her nurse told me. Time to start doing my push-ups.

Yes, I can feel a part of me relating to how I felt pre-treatment. But I can tell you that this treatment .. is an ass kicking.

They do not play with cancer. They bring the big guns. A multi-pronged approach. Unfortunately, it sometimes feels like the guns are pointed at you. Even tho they're not.

So you bite your lip and take your lumps. "Thank-you, sir. May I have another?"

<end april 10 update brickman prediction algorithm not as bad>

The Post Cancer Treatment Road of Physical Recovery Leads to » The Hill x 4

Looking out toward the horizon of physical recovery, I can see that the end of this road of post cancer treatment recovery .. can be found at » the hill.

Before treatment began, I could (walk down) and run up that hill 4 times. I could do it 6 times, but that kicked my ass. But four times I could do without much problem.

As yet, post treatment, I have not even walked down and walked up. I have not even gone down there.

And it's not because I dont want to. But I do not want to do the hill before I am really ready. Which should be soon. Just for a walk, tho.

Walking the Hill Twice During Treatment Left Me » Hurting (Badly)

Several weeks into treatment, I walked the hill twice .. because running it had always made me feel so good. (The head, I mean. It makes your troubles seem further away, somehow. Probably hormonal.)

And that was one of the dumbest mistakes I made during my seven weeks of treatment. It wiped me out so bad that I was hurting for days.

I still havent been back.

The other really stupid thing I did during treatment .. was to start loading up all my food with Tabasco .. cuz my sense of taste was waning.

Single Biggest Fuck-Up During Treatment » Tabasco

After a few days of that, I think I had chemical burns in my mouth .. from the Tabasco, along with the effects of the radiation and also the chemo.

Whatever the case .. I could not sleep for two nights straight. I just laid there .. with my mouth on fire. This was before they had given me the narcotic pain meds. Even the numbing mouthwash they gave me didnt help. (Enough.)

Those two sleepless nights took my energy level down into the basement.

When all is said-n-done, I should probably throw together a Rad Guide to Cancer Treatment .. lessons learned (the hard way). For those who come behind me.

NORCO Narcotic Pain Meds » My Experience

Speaking of narcotic pain meds .. I still have most of mine. I did not like the way they made me feel .. particularly toward the latter part of treatment.

It affected my respiration. It slowed down my breathing. At times, it almost made me feel like I was suffocating.

So I said, "Fuck it. I'd rather live with the sore throat."

It felt like I had to consciously breathe .. or I wouldnt. I didnt like that feeling. I had enough shit to worry about .. to add breathing to the list. Feel me?

Pain sucks, but breathing problems can freak you out.

One of the worst points ever .. I was trying to swallow HALF of a NORCO pain med pill. I always broke them in half, cuz half kicked my ass plenty.

But the fucker got caught in my throat .. and I could NOT dislodge it. The radiation trashes your throat and makes the simple act of swallowing that you take for granted without even thinking about .. becomes a small feat.

Plus your throat is dry because the radiation has cooked your salivary gland like a grape in a microwave. So you have no saliva to speak of.

After that experience, I always used a fingernail file .. to file down the rough edges where I broke the pill in half.

My doctor asked me if I wanted some liquid pain meds. I didnt even know that they had such a thing. It was too late when the question of liquid pain meds came to me.

» Exploring Conversations With My Cancer Shrink (Or Not)

My shrink said that she keeps-in-touch with a guy (who is 6 or 7 years younger than me) .. and who went thru the same treatment .. and who said at the 1-YEAR point » "I just now feel like my life is getting back to normal."

At the time I heard her say that, I admit that I was not very encouraged. But now, I can understand how such a thing could be .. because recovery from cancer treatment is » more challenging than you anticipate.

[ Notice how I closed the circle that I opened at the very beginning. No, I didnt plan it that way.

There is (sometimes) an element of » watching myself write. Particularly as the complexity grows. The narrative weave begins to reveal patterns. And I am a pattern-matching kinda guy. ]

Exploring the Place Where » Sanity Meets Insanity (the Gelatin Barrier)

Perhaps some day I will return to discuss my shrink-sessions. All conventional limits fade into the distance when you explore the dark alleys that you visit with your cancer-treatment shrink.

Dont tell anyone, but sometimes I feel like I am exploring the place where the rational meets the irrational .. where sanity meets insanity .. where .. well, you know.

The Dog says that he has talked to people who have gone crazy and returned .. and they all say that going crazy feels like you are passing thru a gelatin barrier .. where the other side represents a peaceful place.

Floating Tree | Smoke-n-Mirrors» Capital is an Accounting Construct (Exists Only in Your Mind)

Speaking of the place where sanity meets insanity .. uh, something recently made me think of that quote from Bethany McLean, which caught my attention last year.

Sometimes you have to think about and reflect on things for a while .. before new insights can dawn on you. No? Or before you can see new associations that you didnt see before.

Anyway, I dont even remember what it was that made me think about her quote (and especially the interesting implications behind it) » Capital is » an accounting construct ..

.. but I caught myself running with it. I mean, what happens when 'money' (capital) is c.r.e.a.t.e.d and when it is t.r.a.n.s.f.e.r.r.e.d?

This is very close, is it not, the process of you writing and sending a text message?

You configure bits and bytes of data in a recognizable pattern press a button that manipulates electrical impules in a way that is transferred from point A to point B.

Hey, maybe it's the lingering effects of the chemo, or maybe it's the severe weight loss .. but I caught myself examining the parallels between the two.

My takeaway » 'capital' exists only in your mind.

Brunelleschi's Dome (1436) Sitting On the Florence Cathedral» Janet Yellen & Brunelleschi's Dome

Lots of interesting stuff going on right now and coming up shortly for our nation. The 'Federal' Reserve has held rates at zero for an unprecedented 7 years now.

Things for the uber-weathy continue to flourish (as you might imagine) .. while things for everybody else » eh, not so much.

So the Fed (Janet) is looking to begin the process of returning rates to 'normal' (.. whatever that is now).

But we are in uncharted waters. Nobody (no nation) has ever done something like this. Something like » unwinding a $4-Trillion balance sheet.

She will be like Brunelleschi if she pulls it off.

Somebody should ask her » "Is true the capital exists only in the mind?"

The best part of the party, when everybody has the most fun, is shortly after the host spikes the punch. But when the men-in-black come to take away the punch bowl .. nobody enjoys that part very much.

So .. can Janet pull it off? Will we encounter any unexpected obstacles during our voyage thru uncharted seas? No doubt.

Have you read any of those things that Larry Summers has been writing lately? He is a smart fucker. And he communicates well.

I am referring particularly to the 170-page report [ 170-page PDF ] that he authored with Ed Ball .. see here » Report of the Commission on Inclusive Prosperity [ « americanprogress.org ].

Anyway, that is beyond the scope of today's entry .. but he gets you thinking. And he's got balls.

But you might wanna throw another log on the fire and pull up a blankie and make yourself comfortable .. to see if Janet et al can pull off something that has never been done in the history of the planet.

Something on an unimaginably huge and complex scale .. so huge and complex that we cannot even fathom the size and the complexity of the challenge before them.

No, I would not want that job. Who wants to live with the ignoble reputation as the person who plunged the world's financial systems into an economic ice age .. and the untold misery that such a fuck-up would cause.

So dont fuck it up.

"More popcorn, please."

1 Euro CoinGreece & the » Future of the Euro Without Political Union

And what about Greece and the Euro? That is even more interesting. Somebody at Pimco wrote an article that said the EU is doomed ("untenable") .. eventually.

Not very soon, but eventually. Because the political systems cannot be separate from the economic system.

Greenspan said the same thing a few years ago.

I mean, it kinda takes me back to that semester when I had both Economics & Sociology [ and nothing else ] .. about how the two are connected and inseperable .. one from the other. They define each other.

And it seems as tho the EU is trying to pretend that they are not really connected (.. whe they are).

This is all beyond my paygrade, but We the People need to think for ourselves .. or others will do our thinking for us .. and that is why wages have been stagnant now for decades .. while the rich continue to grow richer still.

» Hillary Poised to Announce a Run that Looks Historic

While we are here with Larry and a warm bowl of popcorn .. I should probably mention my thoughts on Hillary's announcement .. that she is going to announce her candidacy for the 2016 run.

[ I like this picture of her. Kudos to whoever was involved with that. ]

Because it certainly looks like history in the making. And the writer likes to tap into the zeitgeist .. especially when there is cool shit going on in their nation. In the world.

I wonder what it feels like to be on the cusp of history. Do you feel like you are caught up in it? Or like you are steering the ship of destiny.

Something in me craves a twenty-first century president, operating in a twenty-first century political environment. In other words » effective.

But Hillary is so twentieth century, no?

Tho any time spent in management will teach you that it is often the players behind the figurehead that matter. So the ability to recruit and select key (qualified) talent .. that's where you get your mojo.

Tho sometimes the head honcho makes all the difference, too.

Politics is not my bailiwick. I do not care for the taste it leaves in your mouth. But our nation is so fucked up .. with our government so shamelessly in the pockets of the uber wealthy.

My sense of Hillary .. is that she has been coached and told what to think about so many things for so very long .. that she no longer knows what she really thinks.

During times of stress, as I'm sure you know, people tend to revert back to what they know .. to their comfort zones. And from what I've read, the job of the President is fairly stressful. (Check out Obama's gray hair.)

And the voter finds himself asking » "Is this the real you? Or is this the image that you want to project? What modus operandi do you revert to when the global shit hits the international fan?"

Elizabeth WarrenI do like Elizabeth Warren, yes. I cannot hide it.

I would like to see what Hillary is like when she is able to relax a little, and just be herself. (Or maybe not?)

And then over there on the Republican side (crowd boos loudly) we have another Bush. Sweet Jesus. Maybe his intention is to redeem the family sins of his brother. Let's hope.

Speaking of Republican candidates and those who are announcing their candidacy .. does not Rand Paul sound level-headed and sane for a politician? With a command of the gist of the issues.

It's like the fuck-ups of twentieth century have followed us into the twenty-first.

I mean, this alone does not necessarily infer that either one would be a sucky president. But by 2016, you'd think that we would have something more .. something more 'contemporary' to choose from.

Hillary would be old. Maybe the oldest ever.

Age brings experience. Too much of it brings the onset of mental and physical fatigue more quickly.

But really, no matter who gets elected .. they will be elected into the same (dysfunctional) system .. which is designed to favor the rick at the expense of the poor.

Is it not?

Her most impressive credential, I am sure you would agree, is her time at State. It is hard to compete with the global, international hand-shake club of behind-the-scenes negotiating.

But that goes a long way toward being a world leader. You need to log some miles. And hand out some secret e-mail addresses.

I've probably written enough on this topic for now.

Update » somebody pinch me. Have I died and gone to heaven?

I have given the topic some consideration. What do you think about Jerry Brown for President? <end pinching update>

Irreconcilable Differences » Terminal Dysfunction?

After thinking about things, tho, I feel like our country is fucked .. at least until the current generation dies off .. and the next generation can get our country headed back in the right direction, again.

A direction not plotted and planned by 1% for the 1% .. at the expense of everyone else.

I just hope that they die off before they fuck things up irreparably, which they might have done already.

Who was it that said » "A house divided against itself will fall" ? Lincoln, maybe?

Obama was gonna be the Big Unifier. We know how that turned out.

Hillary, if nothing else, is polarizing .. which is the opposite of unifying.

People smarter than me need to unravel our national conundrum. I mean, it seems like we-the-people are well on our way to surfdom.

I see it as a problem with the SY$TEM itself. Because the SY$TEM is about the money.

Maybe Hillary has what it takes to fix the system. If she could do that, she would go down in history with a ranking up there with Joan of Arc.

I will personally write a nice tribute to her when she dies.

But she seems to be captivated by the glitter of the SY$TEM, too. Does she not? [ It's all in your mind, Hil. ]