Studying My Bears

Well, here we are the day after chemo and on day 2 of the pump, which will be gone tomorrow.

I find that I am tired and with not much appetite.

So far, I have a little dry mouth, but not bad.

I feel some neuropathy.

The interesting thing is that I have developed a black spot on my big toe. There is a wide range of possibilities for this, but the doctor thinks my tennis shoes are too tight. Time will tell.

I had a good weekend with my son. The only thing of note is that I found myself getting emotional in circumstances where I was watching people excelling in their work. I have always found joy is seeing success and I seem particularly susceptible in my current condition.

Yesterday at the cancer center was unusual for a few reasons.

1. We found out that the dog Bob, who my pump is named after has died. This raises the question as to whether my pump should be renamed. I am thinking of reversing his name, by spelling it backwards.

2. As mentioned last week, the driver was away this week. I had an alternate driver lined up, but the research manager wanted to talk to the doctor and so we went together.

3. This proved to be beneficial for a guy named Walter who is blind and had to go to get his blood typed before getting a transfusion the next day. He had no way of getting there. The research manager offered to take him to the testing center and then to drive him home. Now all the staff at the cancer center love the research manager for what she did.

I don't know if my speech has become a total mumble or if the research manager is becoming hard of hearing. Last night I told her I was going to eat some berries. She thought that I said that I was going to study my bears. This kind of thing happens all the time.

Time to go to study my bears.