» Radiation tri-blade » Back in the heady days immediately after I was declared cancer-free by all my doctors .. and when I felt like I was in love with the whole world .. I was visiting with my Radiation oncologist.

Thyroid Meds Coming Soon

And the vibe there was more like a party (celebratory) than a check-up. The Clinical Trials girl was there, adding to the celebratory mood.

Everybody there is smiling and happy and joking. We already had the results of the 4-month PET scan, which said I was golden.

And he asked how I was feeling, and I was naturally feeling on top of the world.

There are a number of things that the cancer survivor deals with. (All cancer survivors will tell you the same thing, tho they are different for each survivor.)

But these things seem relatively insignificant .. compared to dealing with the actual cancer itself (.. the severe anxiety of dealing with a life-threatening disease that already killed my mom and my grandpa frighteningly fast) and especially that of the cancer treatment (.. which feels like they are slowly trying to kill you).

So, most of the time I just say that I am feeling great (emotionally and psychologically) .. because merely tired is better than dead, way better .. but he really means physically.

So I said, "Well, the biggest thing is probably the fatigue. I get wore out pretty quickly, and if I push it, then it takes me a long time to recover. I have to rest for a long time .. sometimes days."

He did not hesiate. As if knowing exactly what the problem was, he said, "Problems with fatigue are normally associated with the thyroid."

Larynx (Voice box) and thyroid glandNow, your thyroid gland sits just below your voice box, your larynx. Some graphics online show the top of your thyroid wrapping around the bottom of your voice box.

When they start shooting you with these massive "doses" of radiation .. the first thing you notice is that the sides of your tongue feel like somebody rubbed a freshly-cut jalapeno pepper along them. Perhaps this is due to the radiation "scattering" off of the metal in your mouth.

The radiation does indeed "scatter" off the metal in your fillings and from your gold crowns, of which I have a number .. sorta like the way bright sunlight scatters off of a car's chrome bumpers.

But, exactly what makes the sides of your tongue feel like somebody rubbed a jalapeno there I cannot say.

You notice this within the first few days. But the next thing you notice is your » voice box. Your larynx. It feels dry. You keep feeling like you need to take a swig of water.

I remember walking down one of the long hallways there at Moores and thinking, "I can feel them targeting my voice box with the radiation."

This was only the second week. All the Tabasco I was using that first week probably didnt help .. because I didnt realize that it was the radiation that was making my food difficult to taste.

I was splashing liberal amounts of Tabasco on everything that I was eating that first week .. trying to keep my weight up. (This was probably the single biggest mistake I made during treatment .. the Tabasco .. a mistake for which I paid dearly.)

I was actually thinking of calling the people at Oscar Meyer and complaining to them .. for selling shitty bacon that was obviously inferior because it had no taste to it, no flavor to speak of. (You dont think clearly once you start getting chemo.)

My point here is simply to say that I could tell that they were focusing lots of radiation on my voice box. (My voice is still screwed up .. because of the radiation scarring of my larynx.)

So my oncologist is going to find the results of my last blood test and see how my thyroid is doing. The Clinical trials girl called later to say that my thyroid was fine. So I didnt give it any more thought.

But I would still get soo tired sometimes .. where even sitting up was too much .. where I needed to lie down and rest.

But not always. Sometimes I would feel pretty good. I was always trying to figure out the difference between when I felt good and when I felt tired.

But there was a limit to my physical endurance .. even when I was feeling good. And I when I hit that limit, I was done. And if I tried to push it, and keep going, that was usually something I regretted doing.

One doctor later said that it takes a lot of energy to put weight back on, for the body to build muscle .. the weight I had lost .. so they werent surprised that I felt tired from time to time in my weakened post-treatment phase .. and that I felt like I needed to lie down.

Anyway .. I had a blood test last week .. the first time I had iron in my arm in a long time. It totally brings back the memories in a big way.

I have iron stuck into my veins so many times that I am now something of a connoisseur. I could grade for you, on a scale of 1 to 10, how good of an I-V setter someone is.

"Wow," I said to this girl with bright reddish-orange hair, "You are really good. I hardly felt that at all." The last time somebody slipped iron into one of my veins that painlessly was when the yoga bio-hazard nurse set me up.

"I've been doing this a while," she admitted.

Today the results of that blood test came back and they said that my thyroid is low. Low thyroid hormone output makes you feel tired. It makes you feel like your ass is dragging. And that is exactly how I have been feeling. Frustratingly so at times.

"Do you want me to prescribe you some meds?"

"Yes," I said .. without having to think about it. If this meant I could get back more energy, more stamina .. I am all for it.

So I walked across the street to the pharmacy. But they never want to just put the stupid pills into a bottle and give them to me. "We first need to check this, and then we need to check that. Come back tomorrow. But call first."

So I still dont have the stupid pills. But I am very much looking forward to seeing if they make me feel like my ass isnt dragging so much.

Even tho I dont have the pills yet, I am still excited about the prospect of more energy. I feel happy about that .. even tho they are saying my thyroid isnt cutting the hormonal mustard.

Walking out of my doctor's visit today, I was thinking about how the thyroid sits just below my voice box (which has radiation scarring), which was blasted with massive doses radiation .. so it doesnt seem so strange that my thyroid needs help.

Your salivary glands sit up higher in your neck, and they get cooked pretty badly with the radiation, which is why I always carry around a spritzer of Biotene with me (for dry mouth). Sometimes the dry mouth is not so bad, but other times it is.

It is very cool the way that they are able to "sculpt" the radiation beam. This technology has only been around for the last decade or so. Before this, there was no sculpting. Only blasting.

I know a little something about radiation and the biological damage that it causes. I actually know a lot something about it. I mean, this is what I did.

I did not even wanna know how big of a dose that they were shooting me with. Because then I would be able to convert that number into its equivalent biological damage.

I knew that if you can actually feel the effects of the radiation .. then, that is a humongous dose.

Their aim with these gigantic doses of radiation .. is to bust/break/damage/cripple the DNA of the cancer cells, which divide and grow at a life-threatening pace .. without fucking up too badly the DNA of your regular/good/healthy cells.

It's definitely clever approach. Tho not a whole lot of fun, to be honest.

I am still feeling the effects of this lack of fun.

With my particular treatment, they shot from the level of my nose to the base of my neck (not my brain).

Anyway, I am so happy that I might be able to address this fatigue thing that has been kicking my butt. Because, right now, my ass is dragging pretty badly .. and yesterday, it was dragging even worse.

Much of the time, it is just sheer willpower that gets me thru the day (physically speaking).

Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for a week. I know that sounds like hyperbole .. but I can assure you that it's not. I can hardly wait to get those meds. What I couldnt do .. with a little more energy.

Speaking of more energy and thyroids .. a friend once said to me .. about a guy who had married a girl with a hyperactive thyroid » "If you ever find yourself married to a girl with a thyroid problem .. just go ahead and shoot yourself. It's be a lot easier that way."

She was unreasonably difficult to live with .. from what I understand.

My weight is up to 160 .. or thereabouts. So I have now put back on exactly half the weight I lost during treatment (180 to 140). It is very difficult to put the weight back on .. because I rarely feel hungry. I need to eat even when I dont feel hungry.

I feel best on an empty stomach .. but then I start to get light-headed .. and that's what tells me that I need to eat. So I do, and the light-headedness goes away.

Update: I got the meds. I so badly want these things to make the tiredness go away. After a while, you get tired of feeling tired.

So I was walking out of the store, thinking, "The pharmacist said to take these things once a day, first thing in the morning on an empty stomach with some water. It is the first thing in the morning now, and I havent had anything to eat yet .. and I always carry a bottle of water with me."

So I popped the cap on the bottle while walking out of the store .. and standing there in the parking lot, I popped one of these bad boys. 50 mcg of something or other.

I would be lying if I said that the thought didnt pass thru my mind a few seconds later » "Hey, I think I feel better already."

[ My brother is a big believer in the power of placebos. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, who cares?" He does have a point there. ]

Now, a few hours later in the day, it did indeed feel like that sense of emotional exhaustion that I have been feeling went away. I can better (more clearly) feel the (mere) physical exhaustion. And I thought, "Oh, this definitely feels better." [ this sense of mere physical tiredness. ]

Much of life is relative, no?

After you are getting over the flu .. you still feel like shit .. but you definitely feel better than you did yesterday. So you feel like you're ready to rock-n-roll again .. even tho you really aint. That's sorta how I feel now.

I just feel what I would call 'regular' tired right now .. no more of the 'exhausted' tired. (If that makes sense.)

Feeling less of the emotinal/glandular fatigue .. allows me to feel more of the physical tiredness. It may sound counterintuitive, but this actually feels much better.

The doctor said that it can take a while for them to dial in the dosage that works best for me. He is going to recheck my thyroid levels in a month. (I already have the appointment.)

Cousin Patti said that it can make you feel jittery if they prescribe a dose that is too high. I said, "Jittery? I dont like jittery. I would rather feel tired."

Still feeling (physically) fatigued, I thought, "I definitely do not feel jittery .. not even a little. I feel too tired to feel jittery."

I definitely feel better .. on an emotional, glandular level. More relaxed. I feel like I am finally able to get in touch with just how tired I really feel.

Patti herself is on these same meds .. for the same reason. A prescription almost identical to mine. I was talking to her hubby. He's an internist. He gave me the low-down on how things work.


» Radiation tri-blade » Last Sunday (June 5th) was National Cancer Survivors day .. one of my new favorite holidays. This whole week has been National Cancer Survivors week .. one of my new favorite weeks of the year.

Happy National Cancer Survivors Day

I saw my surgeon earlier this week for a 3-month check-up. He found no signs of returning cancer. (Cancer-free at 16 months out.)

My chemo doctor said that, if this type of cancer does return .. it usually returns between one and two years out .. which is right where I am now.

Almost smack-dab in the middle. I see my oncologist in another few months.

I wanted to write a little thing on Sunday, to help celebrate National Cancer Survivors day .. but my ass was dragging.

Then, I was going to write on Monday, and then again on Tuesday. But I never could summon the motivation. All week long my ass was dragging.

A couple of weeks ago, I ran out of this iron supplement I've been taking. The chemo left me badly anemic (.. which makes you feel like your ass is dragging) .. along with other blood deficiencies.

Hemoglobin is an iron-based molecule. My chemo doctor said that hemoglobin takes a long time for your body to make, and that a swig of iron-rich juice shouldnt make any major difference in energy levels.

But, whenever I run out of this stuff .. a few days later, my ass starts dragging. (Every time .. it's reproducible.)

Yesterday, my order arrived and last night I noticed that I was feeling good, for some reason. I felt so good physically that I actually fell asleep. (Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for a week. More than just sometimes, actually.)

I am trying to learn about and adapt to my brave new world .. where energy levels are far more limited. But after cancer and especially after treatment, these kinds of things seem like mere inconveniences. Because I'm just happy to be alive. Above ground is where it's at.

Managing fatigue has been a major thing post-treatment. Sometimes I wake exhausted in the morning and go from there. Beyond exhausted, sometimes .. like you have to sleep all night long just to realize how tired you really are. How fatigued. How badly your ass is dragging.

Back when I had been diagnosed, but before treatment actually began .. some friends tried to warn me about the fatigue that treatment brings. But I can see now that you cannot possibly know the level of fatigue they were talking about.

I dont even try to tell people what it feels like, because I know that they cannot possibly imagine what it is like. Because I know that I certainly couldnt. Because it's so far beyond anything I had ever experienced.

(So very far beyond that you could never possibly imagine .. even if you tried. It feels like you need a shitload of energy just to get back up to zero.)

I remember talking to the Dog and saying, "I didnt know that you could be this tired and still be alive." And this was not hyperbole. Not hardly.

I have noticed that I feel the best when I do nothing but rest the preceding day .. which, or course, is not always possible. The more I do (physically speaking) the more fatigued I feel the next day.

Most of my life, I had an abundance of energy .. maybe even an over-abundance. So this is a new world for me .. a little frustrating, perhaps. But not as frustrating as it is to have cancer. (Not nearly.)

Did I mention that my iron supplement arrived yesterday? This stuff is made in Germany. I ordered the bigger 23-oz bottle this time .. so it shoud last a little longer.

I have dropped a few pounds lately. This is a first for me since I started adding weight post-treatment. I almost never feel hungry anymore. And if I eat only when I feel like it, then I noticed that my weight will start dropping.

So I need to eat even when I dont feel like it. But sometimes I dont. I like the feeling of nothing in my gut. I feel the best after coffee in the morning on an empty stomch. Vrrrooom.

A few times, I have tried to go without coffee for the day. It was not good. I caved later in the day and fixed myself a nice, strong cup. Then, I felt better again.

Instead of hunger, I start to feel lightheaded. This tells me I need to eat. Then, I will eat something and the lightheadedness goes away.

So anyway, happy National Cancer Survivors day and week to me. I am not even going to tell you how I celebrated.


» Radiation tri-blade » Even before the diagnosis, I found myself resonating (quite naturally) with the existentialists, such as Nietzsche and Dostoevsky and Kafka. Time after time, I would read some cool stuff that spoke to me at a deep level. So I googled the name of the author and read a little bit about them and discovered that this cool stuff was coming from yet another person who was considered something called an existentialist. Whatever that was.

Last Day of Winter

"I am obviously feeling these existentialists," I would say to myself. Tho I wasnt sure what exactly this meant.

The term » existentialism, to me, just seemed so unbearably pretentious.

Perhaps this is why Camus (1913-1960), who everybody considers an existentialist .. himself insisted that he was not one.

Whatever the case with Camus [ Ca-'moo ] I never spent much time looking into what precisely constitutes an existentialist and existentialism.

Until now.

First thing I learned is that existentialism, while admittedly sounding mercilessly hoity-toity, is not a pretentious philosophy. Not at all. Quite the contrary.

It's actually characterized by a down-to-earth practicality that I simply adore.

I went off on this existential tangent after watching Woody Allen's Irrational Man .. with Emma Stone and Joaquin Phoenix playing her Philosophy professor. [ Manohla mentions Woody here. He has a new movie coming out. ]

Viceroy butterfly» First Day of Spring

But before I get carried away there .. let me first note that today is the first day of spring.

The exact moment when the sun quietly crosses the equator heading north (toward us) and enters the northern hemisphere is » 9:30 PM Pacific Daylight Time (PDT).

I am glad to see spring arrive. After treatment, I have noticed that the cold bothers me more.

The chemo, while designed to attack cancer cells, also puts a hurting on your blood .. on your red blood cells, and on your white blood cells, and especially on your platelets and hemoglobin. And it just takes time to recover. (I see my oncologist in another week.)

» Warmer Days Ahead

Anyway, I much prefer the therapeutic warmth of summer to the bone-chilling cold of winter. And today is the last day of winter. Tonight we sleep in springtime and dream of warmer days to come.

So wave goodbye to winter with me .. and the final diagnostic hurdle.

As a cancer survivor .. I feel genuinely grateful to witness the arrival of yet another season. Isnt life grand? Being alive is totally bitchin'.

UConn Huskies Girls Basketball Team » Total Domination

Speaking of totally bitchin' things .. I want to send a hearty shout-out to the UConn Huskies girls basketball team. You make me proud to be from Connecticut. That is certainly some eye-rubbing stuff you are doing there.

I mean, you see it .. but it's still hard to believe. Nodody is gonna say that Connecticut doesnt take sports seriously, or that they are not ferociously competitive.

Total domination. Chest-thumping stuff. It must feel totally bitchin'. "We came. We saw. We kicked ass. And a hell of a lot of it, too."

What does it feel like to never lose? (Ever. Even once.) You should make a movie. Everybody likes to be around a winner .. hoping some of the winningness will rub off.

Oh, my mistake .. it looks like they have actually lost 5 games in the last 4 years, with a record of 151-5.

They have this girl on their team, Breanna Stewart, who might go thru all 4 years of college .. winning a national championship every year. Which has never before happened. (Ever. As in history.)

» Few Things Feel as Good as Winning

One time, I played this best-ball golf tournament after work on one fine summer day .. as part of a foursome of guys from my work-group. And one of these guys had been in college on a pro-track .. until he hurt his back in a car accident.

But he could still hit a ball that made your eyeballs pop out. And he was just a little dude, too. Kinda wiry. He could hit far and he was wicked-accurate with the irons.

Anyway, we won that tournament (in Maryland). And even tho we hardly used any of my balls, despite some pretty good shots .. I remember how GOOD I felt driving home. (It was a long drive back to Pennsylvania.) I think there were 10 or 12 teams.

I felt like a million bucks. Very much alive and vibrant. So happy .. that it actually surprised me. "How can I possibly be feeling this happy about winning a stupid golf tournament where I hardly even contributed anything to the winning?" It didnt make sense. But I was feeling good, anyway.

It just feels so good to win, sometimes. I could see how something that felt that good .. could easily become addicting. Are you girls addicted? (It would certainly seem so.)

» No Going Back

Here is the thing that has become most plain and clear to me, post-treatment .. and that is » there is no going back. See, before treatment, you kinda have the thought »

"I will go thru this hardest-thing-of-your-life treatment .. including the lonely 99-minute window into eternity and I'll even do the bio-hazards for breakfast .. and it will kick my ass, but then I will get back to where I was before treatment."

But I can see now that this is not how it works. I am not saying that the cancer survivor cannot go on to bigger and better things .. no, sir. Rather I am saying that » you cannot go back.

There is no going back. Those days are gone forever. You live in a new world, now .. with new rules. This has become clear .. very clear. I get it. "Yo comprendo, mi amigo."

Rad note » this month's entry grew so large that I split it into two pages and off-loaded them to the monthly archives, where I can work with it a little easier. First of the two is here » March, 2016 - page 1