Double Tap

Those of you that have seen Zombieland will know what I’m talking about with today’s post title. Those that haven’t, get on it people. Rent it, Netflix it, stream it—whatever, just watch the d*** movie. It is awesome.

First, the good news. My cell counts are all in order, so I got the full-blast chemo dose. Then, even better, Dr. Head had a hard time finding my tumor today. She said that if she didn’t know it was there, she never would have been able to locate it. That is really good news.

My big chemo day did not go off completely without a hitch. About a half hour into the session, my right arm started to hurt—right where the needle is—and I was unable to type and after awhile unable to think about anything other than the fact that it hurt. I tried to suck it up but no luck—we had to switch over to my left arm after about an hour.

So what’s the big deal—for Pete’s sake, I have cancer, I should be able to put up with getting double-tapped. Sometimes it’s the little things though that add up to feeling just done with the whole thing--so instead of having perspective, it ends up being a "Really? F***ing cancer and now twitchy, bad veins that make getting treatment even more of a hassle? Really?!?". Fortunately, I have great nurses in that chemo room that work very hard to make sure I’m OK. Herb, Linda and Lindsay all did even more checking on me than usual today, and I’m just fine now.

My parents left today after four days of fun. Here’s my dad with the girls. Playing Angry Birds again I see.  Put that phone down Elsa or we’re going to be playing Angry Mom and that’s a game I’m pretty sure you don’t want to play.

Cardio!

[see the movie]