The day after chemo and no problems. The only issue is that I anticipated there would be pain so at the first twinge I popped an Oxycontin. It really wired me up. I was up all night. I had a ball doing some research on CDC routers and how to build them in my own shop. Collected a few plans, starting researching them to build all the doll furniture I want to build. Anyway, no sleep all night. This morning was breakfast with Janice and acupuncture then off to help a friend. Finally got a nap this afternoon. But no more pain, no nausea, no ill effects from chemo at all. I had a full productive day with a nap.

Blood sugars have skyrocketed after chemo though. I don't see the relationship but it went up right afterwards. Like into the 300s. The levels are lower now, but I am back on insulin. More needles. Between acupuncture and insulin I get poked with needles more than any junkie ever will. I hate needles. Anyway, Nutri-Nazi has been on her usual rampage, I had to eat more carbs and more calories to keep my weight going. And more pills. Pills, pills, pills, I have them everywhere. I know I wrote about this before. But I am finally taking them with some dedication as I am seeing results. First, and seemingly most obvious, I am still alive. Second I have put on weight and I have way fewer side effects than the other patients. At least judging from the oncologist's comments. So I continue on this saga. But for now chemo is not the boogie man it has been. We have become accustomed to each other. But I still don't trust chemo to play nice.

The other night I read over some of my old posts. I realized that I repeat myself, often. You should know that each day I write this blog I do not go back and see what I wrote before. (As you may have deduced already.) I want each day to be recorded the way I lived it, not predicated on the previous day's influence or record.

And each day there are different ways of looking at the same thing. Even today, after all this time it struck me yet again that I have CANCER and I may yet die from it. I was wandering around the house pondering that and trying to resolve that I am walking around the house I have lived in for so long contemplating my demise by cancer. Some days are better than others. Some days I am looking forward to life with all my plans and then it strikes me, this mess ain't over. Not for a long time and not after a lot more nerve wracking self examination and fear and medical experiences. Just trying to be that one in 40,000, to live through this and get on with life.