Live from the chemo room 33

If cancer was easy, they'd call it your mother!

That's paraphrasing my favorite sign from the half-marathon I recently ran, substituting the original's "running a marathon" with "cancer." How exactly calling our mothers sluts is motivating, I'm not sure, but I did have a smile on for the next half mile after seeing that one.


No cancer isn't easy. There have been days during this current round of chemo when I've wondered why I started a treatment that definitely makes me feel worse than the disease. The answer is obvious, but that doesn't make it easy.

What does help make things easier is the support of good friends and family. My last chemo session included visits from Alexis and Elizabeth, two close friends. Today's visitor was my father-in-law Donny. Some of you will recall my stories about Donny from the book. He told me today that the chemo lounge here is much nicer than the one back home in Maryland. But not everything here is better. He still hasn't ordered a crab cake in Georgia. I can't blame him for that one.

Dr. Z. told me today we'll get scans in the next couple of weeks and then talk about what's next. He's hoping we see progress and if so, he'll be deciding on what my maintenance routine will be going forward. That may mean the new oral drug, but also may involve staying one on of the infusion drugs I've been taking for the last couple of months. We'll know more in about 3 weeks.

Until then, I'm rocking the bald head, and the worst acne I've had since 1983. Guess you could say I'm not as easy on the eyes as I used to be!