…or perhaps getting back under the horse, for my next trampling.
Back home and once again life’s inevitabilities are closing in. Our vacation in New Zealand and Australia was excellent for taking my mind off cancer and its discontents, even with substantial discussion of the issue along the way with many friends and acquaintances. However, this is Saturday of the week before my next cancer surgery, and a young man’s fancy turns lightly towards thoughts of tumors.
Laying low this weekend, mostly Doing Nothing and working on the Kalimpura outline. I’m a bit behind my own writing schedule, but have not yet consumed the available slack, so I’m not going to fash myself unduly. Reconnecting with friends and family as I can. Back to work on Monday, Tuesday is my pre-surgery dinner party, Wednesday is pre-op day at the hospital (I think I have either four or five different appointments) and Thursday I have the left lobe of my liver removed. I expect to be discharged from the hospital the following Monday or so. Once the pathology is done on the lesion in my left lobe, we’ll know for sure, but the strong medical opinion is that I’ll soon be enjoying another six-month round of chemo for this, my probable second metastasis.
As nancyfulda says of her cancer treatments, Not-Dying is time consuming.
My dear friend markbourne in Seattle is having his third go-round of cardiac issues in hospital this coming week as well. I wish I could be there for him and e_bourne, much as they had planned to be here for me and calendula_witch, but we’ll just have to wave at one another from hospital beds 200 miles apart.
So, yeah, this horse sucks. But I’m still getting back on it. Either that, or be dragged behind the pale beast.