Monday, August 28, 2006

8.28.06, Take Out

The grand and traumatic experiences of life, the zenith of an existential crisis, snuffing out a youthful candle, a host of other colorful metaphors, and in the midst of it all it's relatively comforting to know that for a lot of us who are lucky enough, there is still take out pizza. The man who does the NPR Cancer Blog (Leroy Sievers, link from my blog) mentions somewhere that he is not one of those people who believes diet will change anything to do with his treatment, so he eats whatever he feels like. Chalks it up to that often elusive but usually always useful phrase, quality of life. I understand where he's coming from.

They haven't told me I must stop eating pizza — in fact, they haven't given me any imperatives at all because in reality the only issue I deal with any more is quality of life. A few questions about specifics on longevity, a few questions of "how you want to be" and that is all. Point was, though, that if they said "no pizza" just like if they said "no coffee" I'd probably just say "Thanks for playing. Next." Which is to say, tonight's dinner was pizza and it was yummy.

Franky Scale stayed around a 7 today. Was able to get out and run again, with a little motivation from the increasingly- and ever-popular K., and that worked out pretty well. Hot for this town at about 85. A great physical distraction, however, and it does play a role in an important, albeit rigged, psychological game. Plus, I'm very sure I've gained that pound, maybe even over a pound. (I suppose the key would be to get a scale.) Even with cancer, it's all baby steps. I bought a blender last week. I can only make such commitments a little at a time :-)

It's been a good week and this is reflected somewhat in a few shorter blogs, it seems. On the other hand, you shouldn't read that as one week of long blogs equals Scott is not doing well. Just to say a good week, a needed week. More as we go, including trauma and the existential. For now goodnight. Back to My Own Private Idaho.

5 comments:

wormwood said...

I found an old email from you the other day reading, "have a bowl of saengmagoli for me, it's the small things that you'll miss."
I complied with one large bottle at the temple north of Edae. Fun times.
I should remind you though that magoli is god awful at room temperature.
Not missing to much that way. If there is anything you miss let me know and I'll send it your way. Hope your day contains warm moments with loved ones and junk food.

Slarry said...

Dear Brother Scott:

The quality of life, your quality of life, would surely not be as good without pizza;
take-out, or better yet, THE PIE here in Zion. Yummy, is right. May sound
trivial, but it is often the little things ......

So, bravo to you and Mr. Leroy. Eat as much as you can and want.

It would be nearly impossible for me to picture you not enjoying a slice of pizza.
I have many memories with you and pizza. We have even tried to have them
delivered to you while being out of State. To celebrate some achievement of yours
or just to let you know we are thinking of you. Perhaps, I’ll do it again.

Glad to hear about yesterdays run and the weight gain. Keep strong.

Still here thinking of you, missing you and sending you good
wishes and big vibes--
that the franky scale numbers stay high and that
the nausea and pain remain as
far away from you as possible.

Nothing makes me quite as happy as when I read or hear you have had a good quality day-
with or without pizza. : ) I am certain the Princess may have had something
to do with it as well.

Grateful to you Ms. K, and for all of Mr. Jones’s friends, from Seattle and all over the world.
It calms this sister’s heart a bit and makes me smile.

Love you bunches---

Sheri

The 3 Lamonites are visiting Salt Lake today. They will leave a stain, a stench
on a city I have come to love. At least our Mayor is protesting them as well.
What would we do without Rocky Anderson ????

Slarry said...

Dear Brother Scott:

The quality of life, your quality of life, would surely not be as good without pizza;
take-out, or better yet, THE PIE here in Zion. Yummy, is right. May sound
trivial, but it is often the little things ......

So, bravo to you and Mr. Leroy. Eat as much as you can and want.

It would be nearly impossible for me to picture you not enjoying a slice of pizza.
I have many memories with you and pizza. We have even tried to have them
delivered to you while being out of State, to celebrate some achievement of yours
or just to let you know we are thinking of you. Perhaps, I’ll do it again.

Glad to hear about yesterdays run and the weight gain. Keep strong.

Still here thinking of you, missing you and sending you good
wishes and big vibes
that the franky scale numbers stay high and that the nausea and pain remain as
far away from you as possible.

Nothing makes me quite as happy as when I read or hear you have had a good quality day-
with or without pizza. : ) I am certain the Princess may have had something
to do with it as well.

Grateful to you Ms. K, and for all of Mr. Jones’s friends, from Seattle and all over the world.
It calms this sister’s heart a bit and makes me smile.

Love you bunches---

Sheri

The 3 Lamonites are visiting Salt Lake today. They will leave a stain, a stench
on a city I have come to love. At least our Mayor is protesting them as well.
What would we do without Rocky Anderson ????

Mr. Jones said...

Wormwood: More makkoli! Drink it cold if you can, but drink it anyway. It may not go well with pizza but it's something you'll miss when you're back here — if you decide to get back at any point. And I've been to that temple you mentioned, have had a drink up there too, but I think it was soju not makkoli. Enjoy, either way.

spacely said...

Pizza-what a weird concept but it really has been a part of your life for many occasion. I remember when you were 15 or 16 and you would probably order one every other night from Dominoes Pizza around 11:00PM when you got in. Back when you had hollow legs and ate probably 6 meals a day! The next morning I'd see it in the kitchen, open the box and all that was left was the crust left in a perfect circle. You would have eaten the whole extra LARGE pizza all by your little self. Then I remember the first pizza I sent YOU when you were in provo, It was the Happy D-day pizza. The pizza man thought I was crazy asking him to write a note in the lid!! Pizza and Scott! So eat lots of pizza...because it's a happy food! Love you...me