Where was I? I have sat down to write an update a half dozen times in the last few weeks, but I would have had to update the update a half dozen times, sometimes daily. I’m in the washout period between trials and actually feel a little better every day. It’s been more than two…
Pelotonia
#Neverthelessshepersisted
Did you know that Diet Coke is even fizzier when it comes back up? At least if it makes its return in 30 seconds. That is now a proven fact. I was expecting no drama from my biopsy on Monday, but there was a bit, and it was self-admittedly self-inflicted. I don’t mind anesthesia; I…
There’s a Game of Jenga at the Fork
It’s true. Strategerizing my way forward now is starting to feel like Cancer Care Jenga. Jenga is the game where you build a tower of wooden blocks, then, with thoughtful consideration (or not), pull the blocks out one at a time and restack them on top until the whole thing comes tumbling down. One decision…
Oh Look, Another Fork in the Road**
I’ve stared at this blank page (before I finally started writing on it) for three days now. I always (until tonight) write my title first, then meander through the body of my post, sprinkling pictures along the way, kind of like Blogpost Tinkerbell. But I am roadblocked at a title, because I can’t decide how…
The In-Between
Where have I been, you ask? It’s been seven weeks since my last update, right after Pelotonia, which was right after I found out that “stable” sometimes doesn’t mean “stable.” You may remember that my clinical trial closed, meaning that now I only return to Georgetown every 3 months and don’t have to have labs…
What a Difference 8022 Bikes Make (or One, When it’s yours.)
He rolled up around mile 60 of the first day and asked about my Pelotonia jersey, which reads “SURVIVOR” on the back. “When?” he asked. I responded, “The first time was in 2001. The second was around four years ago, and I’m working on number 3.” I can still get that heartbeat of surprise and…