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[cancer] A bit more detail on my oncological hypochondria

I’ve mentioned numerous times enjoying what I sarcastically refer to as “oncological hypochondria”. Meaning, experiencing every somatic change or irregularity in my body as if it were a sign of impending trouble on the cancer front.

This is less of a joke than it used to be, given that I am probably entering my terminal decline right now. It used to be that when I had a problem, I wondered if that meant the cancer was returning. Not so much any more. The disease is back with a pervasive, terminal vengeance. Now when I have a problem, I wonder if that means a step in my irreversible slide toward death.

Specific things that are going on right now:

Oversleeping — I am sleeping more than I used to. That’s normal for any post-operative patient, and I am recently post-operative. It’s also one of the specific markers of terminal decline, at least given my most likely failure modes. I cannot judge whether the oversleeping is one, the other or both.

Reduced energy — For example, Lisa Costello and I yesterday took the Metro from Rockville to DC to have lunch with her Day Jobbe workgroup, which is based in downtown DC. Two forty-five minute Metro rides and twenty minutes of walking back and forth in the cold absolutely wiped me out physically and mentally for the rest of the day. As with the oversleeping, this could be a post-operative issue, or a harbinger of terminal decline, or both.

Kennel cough — I’ve got a very odd little cough these days. It’s not connected to a sore throat, post-nasal drip, or any sign of impending infection. I just cough, a tiny, little apologetic thing like a baby’s cough, that often comes in pairs. My best guess is that I am producing more saliva than I used to, and it’s draining into the back of my throat. What the hell does this mean? I don’t know. Cue more worry.

Chest pain — Ok, let’s get real. I had a right thoracotomy less than three weeks ago. Of course I have chest pain. But the pain has settled in a spot below and to the left of my right pectoral. Which was in no way directly affected by the surgery. Likely this is a knot of referred pain, perhaps the trunk end of the nerve on that rib, but it’s persistent and annoying, and seems to be happily outlasting the receding pain from the surgery site itself. (Sites, actually, since I had VATS surgery, meaning there are five small but distinct entry and exit wounds.) What does that mean?

Appetite — My appetite continues irregular. I eat a very modest breakfast, tend to eat a full lunch or close to it, and eat a very modest dinner. I’m pretty sure my calorie intake is below target now, though we don’t have a scale in the hotel, so I can’t track any weight swings, which for me based on experience are known to be a pretty good proxy for calorie intake. Like extended sleep hours and daytime lassitude, reduced appetite and weight loss are symptoms I’ve been told to expect in the process of terminal decline.

In a sense, this is all dithering. I’m dying. That is a thing which is true. What we’re up to here at NIH might buy me some time, maybe months, maybe a year, though more likely not. It won’t cure me. My body is under assault from within, and at some point this endless stubbornness of mine that has kept me going will collapse under that assault. Still, I watch the signs, wondering which twinges are just middle age and hard use, and which twinges are glaring idiot lights on my personal dashboard of death.

Weirdly, some days I just want to get on with the business of it. So, weirdly, some days I almost hope for the worst.

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