A clean bill of health

The oncologist says my blood work is a solid indicator that I’m in remission, so my recent bout of fatigue and general malaise is strictly stress related.
What a relief.

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Kodak moments?

I started up the great scan project again this evening. After about four years of sporadic efforts, I figure I’ve got about eighty percent of our old school picts digitized.
I was just going through the old Conner album when a stray thought gave me a smack… I should have gotten some pictures at the hospital, [...]

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Working stiff

My triumphant return to work yesterday was exhausting. I’m only working part-time this week in order to gradually work may way up to being a full-time, responsible, adult member of society. However, I learned a really important lesson on the first day back: I should have been slowly working my way up to getting up [...]

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Shallow branch in the river

Cards. As children they were little more than a hinderance; one more thing between you and the gift in the wrapping. Your parents told you to read the card because someone wanted to speak to you through it, so you begrudgingly glanced at it, knowing exactly how long your parents expected you to look at [...]

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Trouser come lately

Today I reached another milestone on my road to recovery. Since coming home from the hospital, it was the first time I’d worn a belt.
That’s right friends, you now know more than you ever cared to know about my waistband. Well suited to the relaxed atmosphere here at recovery central… it’s been all elastics all [...]

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Part-time cynic

If best intentions hold steady, I’ll be returning to work in some capacity in less than a week’s time. A week is an important psychological boundary for me. When I thought to myself, “I’ve still got a week before I need to go back,” I felt comfortable in knowing that no matter how tired I [...]

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Beware of area code 352

My wife thinks I’m being silly.
But that’s not news.
My latest adventure down the road to lunacy involves my alma mater: The University of Florida. It was about mid-April when I received my very first solicitation for money.
“Can we count on your donation of $1000?”
If I had been drinking it would have shot from my nose [...]

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She’s killing me with kindness

If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you know all about cancerboy… so I won’t rehash my physical condition to date.
But keeping it in mind, how do you suppose my body would respond to a sudden spike in physical activity? That’s where my wife comes in. She thought it would be a great idea [...]

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Slow and steady

Today was the first day since the chemotherapy started that I can honestly say I enjoyed. No, the cancerboy isn’t back to 100 percent; not even 75 if truth be told. There was this unfortunate incident with a plunger and a toilet that I don’t even want to talk about, other than to say the [...]

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This is home

Friday was a strange day. I had spent the last two weeks in a single isolated room. Despite the disruptions, the rhythmic noises of the hospital slowly became what was “normal.” Then just as abruptly as the hospital stay began, it ended.
When I got home nothing seemed normal anymore. Everything was off, down to [...]

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