I feel weird. It's not rational of course. It's not like I was just diagnosed, but in a strange way I'm behaving that way. I think, if I give up meat, ice cream, stuff like that, the cancer will at least be stabilized. But I don't eat alot of "bad" things. I don't even eat that much meat, and what I do eat is "healthy" (free-range, grass fed, etc). I don't eat fast food, drink soda, and I don't eat dessert all that much. I don't use commercial salad dressing or spaghetti sauce, and infrequently use canned and processed foods. If I am what I eat, I should be semi-healthy, right? I see so many people that can't hike five miles carrying twenty pounds and I think—why are those people healthier than me? They eat fast food, drink soda, smoke, etc…And then there's the whole issue of people who get whole new organs and they're actually in very crappy shape! It's frustrating, sitting here with my handful of nuts, orange, and smoothie, reading clinical trial research abstracts and scholarly papers.
Monthly Archives: July 2009
Nothing is simple anymore
Simple. An underrated idea. Or is it? The idea is incredibly rare and elegant to me. Nothing's ever simple or straightforward anymore, at least in my world. Perhaps I need to make that as much a focus as possible, strive toward that goal in all areas of life. I might make things harder than they have to be. More than likely, that's just the way it is, and more so when one is ill.
An end and a beginning
I spent the past few days cleaning house, and the last few hours paying bills and otherwise tying up loose ends in preparation for entering treatment this week, possibly today.
Enjoy your beauty while you’re young
Seriously. Take pictures. Be vain. Wear whatever you want—sequined dresses, wild vintage get-ups, hot pants, leather…TAKE PICTURES. (Well, take pictures regardless, even now.) Pull out the stops. You're young, you can get away with just about anything, especially fashion crimes. Make enduring friendships (so much harder when you get older). Love yourself, enjoy nature—both of these are fleeting. Pristine reefs? They won't last 20 years, at the rate we're polluting them. If you're inclined to scuba dive or rock climb (real rocks), do it now.
The science and the sorrow
Back in the real world, my schedule looks like this:
Onward to battle, or F*#k you, cancer
"Aren't you scared for me?", I asked Hubster. "No. I know you'll smack it down like you did before." If I didn't know him better, I'd think he was just being brave, but I think that's what he believes. I don't think he can imagine me being completely unable to do anything, especially take care of him!
One of these days
Maybe we're not meant to buy a house in this friggin' area. 7 offers, people—Seven (the number we've attempted)! Ok, we lost the bid on the last one (see "Nerves" post) to an all-cash offer. Some investor threw down around $350k in cash and it was accepted. There were at least two other offers, and ours was considerably more, but cash is king, every time. I'm irritated, especially as Hubster's gone into desperation mode again, looking at things we wouldn't normally consider. And that effing short sale in Alameda…well, the bank's in no hurry, are they? The government's given them an influx of cash for the moment…they can stand to make us wait. It's been over 3 months since we made the offer on that ridiculous beater. Anyway…
QotD: A Few of the Challenges I Face
What challenges stand in the way of your ideal lifestyle? How are you working to overcome them?
Presented by Intel, Sponsors of Tomorrow.Well, cancer, for one thing. It's a constant struggle made possible by the contribution of many, many people, along with my own ornery attitude.
Having a spouse who travels constantly is quite a problem, especially as it makes him not want to travel with me, should he manage to have the time.
Money…isn't that what most of the problem is?
Nerves
Mike's in Canada and I'm meeting with our realtor this afternoon for pizza and to submit offer #7 for a house in that far-off, suburban land called Pinole. Needless to say, the other homes in the area have all experienced multiple offers (the house across the street had 7 offers last week), and although this house is wallpapered up one side and down the other, and half its lot is upslope, and my realtor hates it personally…it has solar panels installed, double-paned windows, central air (it gets HOT in Pinole), boat parking, and 1681 sq. ft. of wonky 1968 rancher floor plan, along with ugly pergo floors and an overly large laundry room (like, half the size of the master bedroom) with lots of storage.
Asian, like me
This is the sort of predictability I like: when the Hubster comes home from traveling (which is like, three weeks out of the month), I know exactly what he wants to eat—every time. I love it and can't make it, so it's a bonus for me!! Hubster's a "Round Eye" so it's a delightful surprise—