In southern Cal, on mini-break, writing this from the waterbed of my friends' guest room. My back and neck is sore, and strange symptoms in the night which made me wonder if shingles could recur so soon after an outbreak.
A deep, crushing loss to the film industry and to the world. The feeling that all the icons of my generation are dead or dying (started with the 2006 obituaries) is scoring a fairly deep cut in my consciousness.
Dodged another bullet for 3 more weeks at least! What a relief! There's even improvement (in the CT scan), despite all the problems we've suffered with this house (leaky garage, no heat, broken dishwasher, etc) and neighborhood, Bruno dying, getting the flu on the cruise, the truck being vandalized and tools stolen, having my health insurance axed then coming down with shingles, etc…Imagine the improvement if we'd stayed in Alameda! I suppose one never knows, but I like to think the pottery class is what's making the difference. And the love of a workaholic but otherwise wonderful husband. And the support of all y'all, not least being the medical team.
Well, today I told my ceramics professor that I had cancer, in the course of talking about my absence due to shingles. Turns out his grandmother had Stage III cancer and she's cured. I didn't ask what kind but I'm sure it'll come up again. I did tell him it was Stage IV, that I could still live a long time, and I thought throwing pottery was helping. He was very grateful for being informed and assured me I had the best attendance record in the class. He actually seemed incredibly amazed at the effort and hours I put in, and I felt reassured by his understanding of the trials and tribulations of cancer treatment.
Why is it called Shingles? Somehow that doesn't sound menacing enough. It doesn't sound like an excruciating ailment, but oh, how wrong you would be to underestimate the pain. It can be debilitating. I consider myself pretty tough, but I eventually succumbed to it for a couple of days. I fought it today but decided to give in and lie on the couch so I can pretend to feel well enough to throw clay tomorrow.