You Don't Have a Tumor, You're Getting Chemo

All of the ancillary effects of all the treatments I’m receiving can now safely be blamed on chemo: nerve pain, nausea, weakness in the limbs, loss of appetite, and lack of energy, swollen joints, and hair loss. Yes, you guessed it; it’s all due to chemo. Dengue fever, the yaws, malaria, Ebola virus and other exotic tropical diseases have yet to enter into the stew of afflictions, but I expect their appearance any day now. In fact, since we’ve come this far, let’s just blame it all on chemo.

But the walker has been tossed aside and traded in for a cane and I did go to a meeting this morning at C-stone where I actually mingled with real people as well as my good buds Harry, Steve & Sam. It was good to be out amongst them.

I could have added a movie to my list of accomplishments but we’re having dinner guests and I’m going to attempt to hijack the cooking and get my ass back in the kitchen where I’ve been out of action for a few months. In a couple a week’s maybe I can take back the laundry and start feeling like a true participant, but at the moment the stairs up are a little too daunting when I think about coming up the stairs with cane and laundry basket in tow. However, dinner would be a good start for me, I enjoy cooking, people enjoy eating what I cook (most of the time) and it’s therapeutic too.

So watch out, Chemo Kev is on the comeback trail and even though those 6 hairy tits and 199 mph fastball I was expecting to acquire as a result of all those steroids failed to materialize, I will be a force to be reckoned with, just you wait and see.