Very little new is happening, so I'm afraid there's not much to tell other than the day-in day-out of pain management. That seems to be the constant companion in all this, even during the alone hours and the wee hours of the night. My conclusion on the celiac block procedure is that it was a dud. I'm thinking of talking with my oncologist again, but after trying for the first couple of weeks to find some effect and solace in it, I have to admit it doesn't seem to have helped. Alas. Do I do it again? Go to sleep for another 15 or 20 minutes while they put the snake down my gullet, wait for the alcohol shot...? Hm.
Today's Franky Scale might fall in the 6 plus area. But tonight I'm getting out "on the town" determined not to be kept too down by the physical trivia. Then tomorrow Mr. Sam will arrive and I expect a very good, though mellow weekend. Not that I've had any crazy weekends for a while, unless you count moving and having your mom in town.
I'm still on borrowed bandwidth, but waiting for a DSL modem in the mail and then I expect to be back in daily annoying regularity. Till then.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
10.25.06 From the Depths of Morning
It's early and I'm stealing bandwidth again. Difference is that I haven't been motivated or seemingly capable of moving myself into any kind of coherent thought or action for some days now. Strange as it may sound, being disconnected from the internet has been a part of it. That problem should be remedied tomorrow. Until then I've found a corner in the far bedroom, the only bedroom in fact, where there often seems to be some unused bit of bandwidth I can snatch. So here I am.
As on all mornings, there is no way to give a Franky Scale this early, but if I gave one for last night it'd be a mid-5. The nights have been diminished of late, for a variety of factors, though the main one is pain. The neurolytic block seems to have done approximately zero good, looking at it from this point, and at night there have been numerous occasions of good old "break-through pain." What can you do? As Dr. Whiting said some time ago when I was experiencing a previous increase of pain: "The pain is your cancer talking."
Not comforting, but I guess, not a thought meant to be. Just one of those cold, chiseled, statements of what is real.
We'll see how long I can maintain this today, maybe return later, perhaps add something about life these days, but for now, top of the morning to you.
As on all mornings, there is no way to give a Franky Scale this early, but if I gave one for last night it'd be a mid-5. The nights have been diminished of late, for a variety of factors, though the main one is pain. The neurolytic block seems to have done approximately zero good, looking at it from this point, and at night there have been numerous occasions of good old "break-through pain." What can you do? As Dr. Whiting said some time ago when I was experiencing a previous increase of pain: "The pain is your cancer talking."
Not comforting, but I guess, not a thought meant to be. Just one of those cold, chiseled, statements of what is real.
We'll see how long I can maintain this today, maybe return later, perhaps add something about life these days, but for now, top of the morning to you.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
10.22.06 Remember the Sabbath Day
Franky Scale today 6. Though the weather has been perfect for the past couple of days, it came with DZD and Chris and Sadie's visit. The a few clouds slipped in just after they left. We spent time together yesterday over brunch, coffee, and dinner, then a farewell coffee this morning in place of church. I failed to ask but I'll see if I can't get a guest blog from Ms. D....(would you?) Before they left, Sadie reportedly was ready to take the cats home with her. "Time to get the cats and take them home." To sunny California weather.
The rest today is calm and quiet, reading time. Won ton soup for lunch at home. Resting up for the "big" week when the glyconutrients are supposed to arrive; they're on their way I'm told. Another phase of treatment, if you will. Then chemo, the third full round (or third round with a new mix of drugs) begins a week from tomorrow. Another short avenue to walk down and see what's there.
The rest today is calm and quiet, reading time. Won ton soup for lunch at home. Resting up for the "big" week when the glyconutrients are supposed to arrive; they're on their way I'm told. Another phase of treatment, if you will. Then chemo, the third full round (or third round with a new mix of drugs) begins a week from tomorrow. Another short avenue to walk down and see what's there.
10.22.06 Remember the Sabbath Day
Franky Scale today 6. Though the weather has been perfect for the past couple of days, it came with DZD and Chris and Sadie's visit. The a few clouds slipped in just after they left. We spent time together yesterday over brunch, coffee, and dinner, then a farewell coffee this morning in place of church. I failed to ask but I'll see if I can't get a guest blog from Ms. D....(would you?) Before they left, Sadie reportedly was ready to take the cats home with her. "Time to get the cats and take them home." To sunny California weather.
The rest today is calm and quiet, reading time. Won ton soup for lunch at home. Resting up for the "big" week when the glyconutrients are supposed to arrive; they're on their way I'm told. Another phase of treatment, if you will. Then chemo, the third full round (or third round with a new mix of drugs) begins a week from tomorrow. Another short avenue to walk down and see what's there.
The rest today is calm and quiet, reading time. Won ton soup for lunch at home. Resting up for the "big" week when the glyconutrients are supposed to arrive; they're on their way I'm told. Another phase of treatment, if you will. Then chemo, the third full round (or third round with a new mix of drugs) begins a week from tomorrow. Another short avenue to walk down and see what's there.
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