Howdy everyone. This is the peak of ridiculousness, but I’m writing a post to say that I won’t have a post this week. Recovery from this second round of chemo has been much more difficult than from the first round. I think in the future I’ll utilize the Notes section of the site to make such an announcement, but I realize that many people simply consume my media via their inbox, and I don’t think Notes travels that direction.
So, a post that isn’t really a post. But since the carrier pigeon is flapping toward you anyway, I might as well strap a small parchment to its foot to let you know what’s been happening lately.
I start the third and final round of chemo for this regimen tomorrow. I am starting to gather more information about what will follow (autologous stem-cell transplantation), and it is making me sad and anxious. It sounds like there will be at least a few months of Unpleasantness, and probably some hospital stays, more than a great deal of my partner solo-parenting, and more time without my son. I know that It Just Is What It Is, and I remain grateful that despite the unpleasantness the goal remains to cure my cancer. But it makes me quite sad.
I’m not a patriotic person, but I have been enjoying certain sectors of the Olympics and find myself cheering more for Team Canada than Team USA these days. I devoured the first two skateboarding events (men’s and women’s street) and I’m going to keep living out my poser lifestyle by wearing skateboarding shoes and, at some point, digging my Tech Decks out from the basement.
I’ll include a little bonus for you: a photo of me going feral at a (I think?) children’s museum…I can’t recall where it was, but it was during The Great Summer Road Trip of 2005 I took across the country with my friend Dan Fuller toward the end of university. That was an amazing summer. Anyway, the shoes I’m wearing in this photo were basically the only shoe I wore for like 8 years—Etnies skate shoes. They had this quality where when you wore them enough they basically felt like slippers…something with the way Etnies used to craft their footbeds I guess. Anyway, I’m more of a Nike SB Dunk or Adidas Busenitz guy now. You might be judging me, but I’m the coolest [40-year-old] kid in the chemo suite at the hospital.