CancerWellbeing

For once I was right

I have a lot of experience being a visitor in a hospital. When it comes time to leave, I’ve often thought that evenings must be the most lonely time. If you’re visiting someone in the hospital, you’re almost always leaving someone behind when you go. Evening seems like a time when a lot of people might be leaving people behind. In a few hours I’ll have been in this hospital…
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Cancer

Must… stop… scratching

Foreword: I generally like my doctors. Sometimes I wonder if my doctor has a string in his back and someone gives it a pull every time he’s supposed to speak… “Good morning doctor.” “You’re looking good today.” “Yeah, but I can’t shake these fevers.” “Your blood cultures have been negative.” “Well this rash is killing…
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CancerWellbeing

Tuesday update

Where do I start? Do I start with the headaches that are churning my brain into applesauce? Do I start with the fever I’m chillin’ with? Do I start with the Rays: a source of great joy and greater sadness in one evening? Do I start with the allergic reaction to an antibiotic, which has turned my clothing into an “aggressive interrogation” device? Do I start with the nurse…
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Going for Broke

Out of control

Everyone says I should indulge myself while I’m in the hospital. If only they knew. Armed with a credit card number and a wi-fi connection I’ve been a shareware paying, upgrade buying, web host upgrading mad spender. And the madness doesn’t end there. In between bouts of fever, chills, and pain I could be resting up. Instead I’ve undertaken a huge project to reorganize my…
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Politics

A broken promise to myself

I promised myself that I would not read anything about politics while I was in the hospital. Yeah, and a hash enthusiast is going to eschew wacky tobaccy during Hempfest. Pray tell, what story could be so compelling that I would break my solemn vow of political abstinence? It’s another article in the L.A. Times about the Attorney General scandal… but with a little twist. It’s…
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Sports

Mixed feelings

It’s not too often that I receive an email from UF President Bernie Machen. In fact, you could say that I’ve never received an email from UF President Bernie Machen. So why now? No, he’s not asking for money. He’s not announcing an initiative to raise money. Instead, it’s an attempt at group therapy. Dear Alumni and Friends, If you’re like me, it was a…
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