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I’m still here.
I’d have quoted Monty Python and the Holy Grail and written, “I’m not dead yet!”, but I notice that some folks don’t quite have the same dark sense of humor about my cancer that I do, so I thought better of it. I’ve really gotten out of the habit of writing anything on the blog here and, I have to admit, it bothers me a bit. Sure, I have excuses for why, not the least of which is chemotherapy, but when things are going well and I’m not actually in the hospital, I probably could write a bit more than I have. I have been trying to read more, too. So much time laying in bed in the hospital has almost over-dosed me on television, which is a Good Thing, as Martha Stewart would say.
I was in the clinic today, getting checked over, and then had the afternoon to relax a bit and rest. I took that time and did just lay about and, well, read. In fact, I finished You Suck: A Love Story by Christopher Moore this afternoon. It’s a great book, even if it’s not his best, but it’s a sequal to Blood Sucking Fiends: A Love Story and you’ll be hopelessly lost if you don’t read that one first. Hmm, maybe I’ll review those this week, if I maintain my mental and emotional stamina. I actually feel pretty good tonight, which, of course, means that it’s about time to check into the hospital again. And, in fact, I’ll be back in on Monday for five fun-filled days of chemotherapy.
In any case, I just wanted to put something in here so that folks knew I was alive and well and progressing the way the doctors want me to do. There are a million other things floating about in my head, too, but as yet they’re too nebulous and unformed for me to write about. Maybe soon. Stay well everyone.
