September 22

I restarted my chemo today. Same stuff, slightly higher dose. I’m not expecting (hoping) the side effects will be minimal if even noticeable. I’ve enjoyed seven days of nothing, no radiation, no chemo. It was bitter sweet. Great to be free of treatment, but frustrating because the effects of the radiation were at their highest. Twice in the past week I overplayed my hand. Trying to ignore the radiation effects (fatigue) and pushing to try and put in a full day of activities. Both times I paid severely the following day(s). The mind/body disconnect is a strange and powerful thing. In spite of the minds power, they have to be kept in sync or there can be a powerful price to pay. Of course I needed to find out the hard way, twice.

My good friends continue to rescue me. Calling me, inviting me to coffee or the movies. Stopping by to watch a game. Offering support and help at every turn. I don’t know if I say it enough, but “Thank You”. It really makes a difference.

Tonight I will go to my second Support Group meeting. I’m anxious to see how it turns out. The first one was like all first meetings, a little awkward. But I came away with two new friends. I doubt if Dennis will be there again, he lives in Alaska. But I hope that Jim will show up. We have been trying to meet up individually for the past 3-weeks, but it seems that every time we set a “play-date”, one of us has a conflict. Anyway, I’m looking forward to tonight’s meeting.

We’re still waiting for my new grandson (Evan) to make his appearance. Seems that he is going to take after his father and be very stubborn. He was supposed to be here on the 14th, but the little devil is still hiding out with his mother. I know she is more than ready to send him out into the world. I’m also sure he will pick the most inconvenient time possible to make his grand entrance. Like I said, he’s Adam’s son all the way.