My chemo reward

So it’s perfectly normal to go to the animal shelter, pick up a dog in the morning, then go for chemo in the afternoon, right? Cause that’s what I did last week. Sandy is a housebroken, and crate trained-years-old wire-hair Jack Russell Terrier with the cutest eyebrows ever. She is adjusting her fairly well, only being a jerk to Zoe a couple of times. Zoe is ok, too. Maybe a bit annoyed, but she is too chill to care much.

In other news, I don’t have any info on radiation yet. So no updates there. I’m probably trying too hard to get back to baseline, as I’ve been trying to walk a couple miles a day. And it takes it out of me. I feel mostly OK, except I’m just beat. But beat in a way that doesn’t want sleep. So it’s that annoying state at the end of a cold/flu where you feel like you should be back to normal, you can’t sit around and do nothing anymore, and you just have to get up and do something, but then when you do, it’s too much. So annoying.

I’ve been entertaining myself with twitter. My twitter persona is turning into one of those cancer activists. Twitter me agreed to go to a public meeting on patient advocacy at the FDA. Real me isn’t sure if she’ll show. Twitter me has made some twitter-friends on the cancer community. Real me doesn’t even talk to people in the waiting room. Twitter me is an extrovert. Not sure where this will lead, but I suspect it’s not going to be where I put this in the past like I did before. You know, Kyle and I didn’t even use the cancer word. We referred to that period 15 years ago as “my issue.” Pretty sure that is gone. Cause it’s a whole new world now. I wasn’t cured. Or maybe I was, but I got it again. It’s not a virus LOL. But apparently, there is debate as to if late relapses are the same disease as before, or if it was triggered again and is new. Weird. Only way to know is generic tests on both tissue samples, and we can’t find my original biopsy. So I’ll never know.