Part 3 of 4
Today Sue and I took a 5 hour putt on the ultra. It was the first ride since I have been home since PA. I just can’t seem to get my energy level to come up. The ride whooped me. Me rode all around a big black cloud all afternoon and managed to keep it at a comfortable distance. I’ve pulled that off plenty of times and it’s pretty easy if you know the roads, rivers, the hills, the Mountains and how long it takes to get from point A to point B, or C, D, E or any other point needed to miss the direction the cloud is traveling. Like I said, pretty easy, with one exception, that being the exception of hunger causing you the need to stop and get refreshed. Today, I dealt with the hunger factor and you won’t believe it, we made it home with the blackest of skies and only a few drops hit us. But we no sooner got into the garage and crack the loudest thunder snapped right overhead. The kind of thunder crack that makes your hair on your neck stand on end.
Now I’ll get back to my Oncologist visit that was 3 days early because I was so sick. I think the persistence of my wife and her handiwork on the phone was much the reason I got in early. The blood work showed that I sure enough am tired but not so much so that I need to be admitted. The antibiotics should handle the infection and the accompanying fever and chills and even some of the plain old sick and tired too. The worst part I guess would have to be the ct-scan results. Seems this cancer is stronger and sneakier than first thought and able to mutate it’s form so the chemo that worked so well during the first regime wasn’t able to touch it during the second regime. There is some good news, it doesn’t look like there’s any new tumors, but that good news loses it’s excitement when the bad news is that the tumors in my lungs have increased in size by nearly 50%. I see the Oncologist again on August 2 I think and more of the same then I suppose. For now, it’s no more chemo for me, at least not the cocktail I had before. I might be able to get a different mixture and or amount with varying rounds and cycles. One drug has sounded like a plus, maybe… It’s called Sutent. I looked it up on google and like so many times before the information flows a few feet over my head, so I’ll let someone tell me about it that has skills in the layman department.
I’ve used lots of O2 since I’ve been home and had to bring eight empty bottles to WRJ, VT and exchange them for full bottles. I like the lady that works in the office there. Even though all the truck were out she helped me. I told her that I like the stick it in my nose better than the nose and mouth covering device that I also have. I explained that the puffer type nose type is tough for me because I don’t seem to inhale strongly enough to set of the puff of O2. She looked me right in the eyes and said, “you’re a mouth breather aren’t you?” I said yup, I guess I am. She said with a nice smile, “Well then, keep your mouth shut!”. We both got a good laugh. I guess I was ready for a laugh, in fact, I like to laugh, however, I just don’t seem to laugh as much as I used to.
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