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Apr.08.2013
You might notice a large gap in the narrative. All I can offer are excuses. I've sorely lacked the energy or words to commit anything to print. But I've begun to feel better. The flu-like funk is dissipating, but I still lack energy. There are days even now when I do little more than sleep. A...
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Mar.14.2013
I've descended into the shelter to wait for the shit storm to pass. The very thing that is supposed to be saving my life feels like it's killing me. Except for those sneaky blood clots, I had tolerated treatment fairly well until this week. I now fully appreciate just how powerfully awful this...
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Mar.11.2013
Session 3 of chemotherapy in Parma began without incident after an early morning trip to the Clinic for radiation. I made it the Kaiser facility with time to spare for breakfast. Lynn, the straps of camera bags slung over her each shoulder, tripod wedged under one arm, found me happily munching an...
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Mar.10.2013
I walked out of of the moon-beam chamber, a free parking ticket in hand. What a bargain. They're just giving stuff away at the Clinic. Renee, the very pregnant radiation tech, smiled at me and said, “The tumor is pretty much gone.” The techs working The Big Machine get an advance look at how...
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Mar.09.2013
I tried to fill the time as best I could but grew inpatient as I sat on my hospital bed awaiting my final instructions and my departure from the Clinic. Finally, just after 3 p.m., they freed me. The nurses allowed me to walk on my own, sans wheelchair, to the hospital lobby to wait for a friend of...
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Mar.08.2013
I sit here typing on my laptop from my hospital bed. The fuzzy, post-surgery high has begun to recede. I feel some pain, as I should. There are two impressive scars on my leg, one about 4 inches long on my calf, the other about 2 inches long on my ankle. The doctors want me up and walking as much...
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Mar.04.2013
It took awhile to clear the anesthetic haze. Mary Lou arrived in the recovery room after being debriefed by Dr. Clair. The attendants finally pushed me back to my room with a morphine drip and a button to push for an extra kick of dilaudid. I tried to get settled. My room is nice. It's in a new...
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Mar.02.2013
Valentine's Day greetings from Room J81-6 of the Miller Pavilion at the Cleveland Clinic. I'll be playing here all week. Please remember to tip your nurses and phlebotomists. Let me explain. Yesterday morning, I could barely walk the quarter-mile from the parking garage to the radiation oncology...
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Feb.21.2013
  I woke up this Super Bowl Sunday morning feeling wrung out despite one of the longer stretches of sleep I've had in awhile. I did manage to drag myself to 7:30 Mass. Father B., who presides over the daily 6:45, sat a couple rows in front of me. The first reading came from the Book of Job....
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Feb.20.2013
  I couldn't help but chuckle when I learned this morning's Mass would be said in honor St. Blaise, the patron saint of throat illnesses. As a child, I can remember the priest touching my neck with the two crossed candles that is the blessing of the throat. St. Blaise, so the story goes, saved...