It's been brought to my attention that I haven't been posting lately, so I figure it was time for an explanation. Is usually the case in situations like this, life threw a couple of curve balls. Last fall my father was diagnosed with dementia, and went downhill pretty fast to the point that he didn't even know me. Now, life decided to take a straight shot at me, and I have Multiple Myeloma, a blood cancer. (My apologies to lurking haters; it's a cancer that has absolutely no relation to smoking or nicotine; I'll try harder next time ). Needless to say, a lot of my time is now taken up by these issues, and I'm afraid I won't be here as much for a while as I normally am.
Looking at it from this point in time, the cancer just isn't a big deal. They have no idea how long I've got, and I could get run over by a bus tomorrow. In other words, nothing's changed, except for the time I'll have to devote to treatment. I already got slapped upside the head with own mortality with Dad's dementia, so I don't have to go through that. I don't know if my attitude is positive or just a form of denial (my thoughts seem to run along the course of “you wanna f*ck with me? Let's do it; right now!”)
The only symptoms I have to deal with right now is weakness (doors bug me in particular; you're not supposed to have to push that hard!) and some rib pain. I asked if I'd have to stop working due to chemo and the doctor told me that if I was working now, it shouldn't be a problem, so that's cool.
I guess what I'm saying it may be time for the “hang in there” or two, but I'll pass on the “gosh that's rough” and “condolences”. Hang on to 'em, though; you never know!