Daily Archives: March 19, 2013

Snow job

Posted on March 19, 2013 | 2 comments
Winter close-up

Winter close-up

Well, it happened again—a big dump of snow. It’s not so bad though; Peter has a day off from school and I am literally grounded—until the snow plow guy comes, nobody is going anywhere and so diversion is difficult (although I did get a nice walk in down the road).

I am way behind on blogging, after a week full of activity—fatigue be damned. Sunday was the first time it all slowed down, and my goals for the day were to lay on my old friend the couch and read the Sunday Globe and Times. I achieved that and nothing more. Yesterday I raised the bar a little higher and made my way to physical therapy (still working on that pelvic floor) and I picked Pete up from school, but my motivation tanked at that point.

Anyway, I need to make up for lost time and I am going to do my best to be a blogging machine. Do not be alarmed.

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Moving slowly and possibly requiring assistance

Posted on March 19, 2013 | 10 comments
Minder
A minder is a person assigned to guide or escort a visitor, or to provide protection to somebody, or to otherwise assist or take care of something, i.e. a person who “minds”. Wikipedia

I am no longer the perpetual motion machine of yore; my fourth and final round of carboplatin and alimta left me fatigued and with a profound lack of energy that I just can’t seem to shake. In two days I undergo maintenance infusion of alimta, and the hope is that it will be significantly easier minus the platinum.

The virus I have been fighting is beginning to take leave, but slowly; it is clearly one persistent bug. And, although I was pleased when I started chemotherapy that I did not immediately descend into a fog of confusion (as I had with cisplatin and taxotere) I can no longer deny that there has been a cognitive hit as well. I was once a bit sharper. To wit, today I put the kettle on to boil some water for tea, and then lay down for a nap. Fortunately David came downstairs in the nick of time, but I’m becoming somewhat of a menace.

So please, if you have emailed, written or called and I have not responded, understand that I may have simply forgotten. Yesterday Peter was streaming some music and I asked him for the name of the group. After he shared with me both song and artist I said “Got it” to which he responded (without a moment’s hesitation) “Yeah, right.” And he was—I retained neither.

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