An odd observation
Went to the gym yesterday, and discovered that the chest pads on the torso machine hit me directly in the port. Had to raise the seat up one position to […]
treatment
Swedish meatball?
When my oncologist told me that the meatball would shrink dramatically after the first chemo, I really didn’t expect this! It hardly deserves the term meatball anymore. Maybe “Swedish meatball.” […]
Minor bitchin’ and moanin’
First, the upside. All is right in tumor-land. Just had blood counts done, all is normal or better. My tumor is pretty much miniature, at this point. The second head […]
The incredible shrinking meatball
Happened to look in the mirror this morning and realized that the meatball has shrunk dramatically since I last took pictures. Even I, with my skeptic hat on, can’t deny […]
Over the hump (and the lump.)
So today it was back to the oncologist, in a kind of bizarre sort of “hump day.” Today we got over the hump of diagnosis and start the slide into […]
Right idea, wrong cancer
Ironically, I used to be on the Board of the Georgia Ovarian Cancer Alliance, and helped them start a program called the Bag of Hope. The Bag of Hope is […]
Losing and keeping control
So as I mentioned in the post entitled Diagnosis, I was having issues with being treated like a piece of meat by ENT #2. Well, his practice actually managed to […]