I’ve got bad news.
For those of you are wearing the white “No One Fights Alone” bracelets, plan on wearing them a looooong time. So you will be wardrobe challenged indefinitely. I suspect I will be having to replace my band every year or so. For many years. Take that fuzzy. Speaking of Fuzzy, the store manager of the science museum where I work had ordered some “cute” microbe plush toys long before my diagnosis. The tie-in to my blog title is really pretty amazing when you see it. This is actually supposed to be a cancer microbe. Actually it is two fuzzies in one: the bad guy in gray with straggly hairs, which, when you turn it inside-out, becomes the white good fuzzy. OK, maybe not so politically correct. But I’m not sure there is a good fuzzy so I will imagine that to be an invisible, non-fuzzy. Kinda like what happened to mine.
Now, I also promised you a picture, once I got it, of the before and after lung x-rays. Just so you don’t think I was trying to pull a fast one:
As you can see, the mass in the upper left (actually my right lung) is nowhere to be found in the latest pic. My pulmonary specialist and the uncle-doc are taking credit for this positive result due to the Tarceva medication. As for the upper deck fuzzy, my radio doc is taking credit for that one assuming it was the 5 straight days of brain zapping that did the trick. Sure, let them share the credit. I don’t really give a rat’s patootie what did the fuzz-busting. Patootie? Now that is a fun word. Wish I had invented it. Anyway, as long as fuzzy’s busted.
Now, all of these positive results, as you know from reading prior blogs, come at a price. Not a very expensive one considering the alternatives, but a price nonetheless. Below is a picture of the lead actor in my play (Tarceva up front) surrounded by all of the other items in my arsenal used for combating the side effects that it produces. It’s hard to believe this little bottle is responsible for the drugstore behind it. But I’ve come up with some decent combinations that are holding back some of the rashies/itchies/leather skin etc.
OK guys, here is a question for you: How long does it really take you to get ready for bed? Maybe 5 minutes, tops, right? You might brush your teeth (once a week) and take a leak, right? Make that 3 minutes, unless you had a lot to drink. And ladies? 15-20? 30? Wash your face, remove your makeup, lather on cream yadda yadda. Well, I was one of the former. Now I’m a lady. Well, not by anatomy but I now have a ritual that takes me a considerable amount of time to prep for beddy-bye. Wash my face with a special cream cleaner, put on face lotion, slather my arms and legs with another cream, have my wife lather up my back with a new coconut lotion, put on a T-shirt, and finally load up my feet with gobs of Lucerin paste and add the calf-high white socks. And oh yeah, I DO brush and floss every night. All of this is an ordeal for a guy. Those of you in the estrogen crowd are probably not expressing a whole lot of sympathy right about now. But I am getting used to it. And once more, not complaining. OK, maybe a little, but consider it a minor-whine. I’ve got plenty of time for major whining down the road. Nah.
OK, so I went to Costco by myself the other day when my wife had something else going on. BIG mistake not having a chaperone along to keep me in check. So yeah, I splurged and bought a Vitamix blender. How the heck can a blender almost cost $400? Well, mine is not to reason why. It’s to eat healthy smoothies made with kale, sprouts, broccoli, carrots…wait a minute. I spent $400 to eat this cra, er, stuff? The experiment will begin this weekend as my wife has loaded up with all sorts of “goodies.” Goodies would not be my operative word, however. On the way home from Costco I came this close to stopping at In N Out for lunch. Really. A double double would have kinda defeated the purpose I guess so somehow I withstood the urge. So instead I went to KFC. I wish.
Well, gotta save some stuff for another blog. Otherwise you may not hear from me for a while. And I know I’ve been AWOL for a week. But as Loren Nancarrow said, I’ve been busy living life instead of writing about it. I love that quote. However, I plan on doing both for a long, long time. And you all will be major players in that journey. So keep the comments coming. You could be stars in that book everyone keeps telling me to write. 🙂
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the support and encouragement. It has been just amazingly, incredibly, and supercalifragilisticexpialidociously astounding. Yes, I did have to look up the spelling on that one. But it describes my feeling to a T.
Business as usual. Day at a time.