And Then I Got Cancer

Dad came with another batch of lemon kale yesterday. It's pretty amazing how much kale it takes to make a single serving of kale on a plate. I ate up all that kale and was ready for more, but now my parents have to go collect a heaping load of kale, get the chunky stems out, and cook it all down till it fits in a neat little container. It's not just kale. I've been hungry for everything in general. A couple days ago I must have polished off about a pound of leftover nachos. After eating the lunch provided by the hospital. It's good to have an appetite, and pretty miraculous under the circumstances, but it's hard to keep up with. So far today I've had peanut butter oatmeal, greek yogurt with homemade granola, two slices of bacon, a strawberry protein shake, two tea-flavored Kit-Kats, dover sole, rice, asparagus, and a banana with almond butter. And dinner is still a ways off. I've lost about ten pounds so far in the hospital, and I know I can't attribu

Yep, I'm a bald person now. Brent brought his clippers yesterday and very carefully sheared my head. He's got skills in many areas. I'm lucky to have him in my hour of need. Or rather, year? Hopefully just a year? Gotta go fight aliens now Seriously, I don't think becoming bald was a huge shift, and not even the most interesting thing to happen these past couple days. For one thing, Chris brought me something I have never had. Home made granola. I don't know why I haven't been making my own granola my entire life now, it's so much better than what I would ever find in a store. The oats were soft and supple, there were perfect proportions of raisins and nuts and coconut shavings. It was the perfect topping for the yogurt David brought me while he was here. Especially when the breakfast I got this morning was a heaping spoonful of stinky scrambled eggs. When Chris was over, he and Brent and I took a field trip across the street to Rose Medical Center w

Today is the last day of my second round of chemo. I thought this round would deliver a bigger punch, but I've been tolerating it a little better than the first round. It's been great not being constantly attached to Dmitry. And actually, I don't even have Dmitry anymore. I got a new pole. And as I write this I wonder, have I already told this story? I know chemo affects memory, so if you've heard all this before I'll just blame it on the chemo. I should be able to use that excuse for at least a year, right? My new pole doesn't have a name yet, but I'm asking all the Polish nurses (there are many) for their opinions. I realize I haven't written in a couple days, and it's probably because I've been too busy eating. The steroids have induced me to eat a couple giant burritos, a quesadilla, Colombian (I think?) food truck goodies, and an array of Mediterranean food. There may have been some more Thai green curry in there somewhere. I've lost