Tales From The Big Casino; Lucky Chapter 13

   So the last chemotherapy was today. It went pretty fast I was done well over an hour earlier than normal. That was cool. Watched Gray Lady Down during the chemo time. Great flick, one of my brothers faves. Charlton Heston, Stacy Keach, & David Carridine. One of those rare 70s flicks with intelligible dialogue and an actual ending.

 So the next step is, 6 weeks from now I'll get the Amazing Colossal Man treatment, aka PET Scan. then the following week I meet with my Doc to find out the GOOD news, that being the cancer is gone. Then we're all going to the LDR Char Pit to celebrate. The bad news is the sucky ass side effects might hang around for at least a year. Feh. The stats say that chronic fatigue is the one that seems to hang on and not let you go. On the good side, my hair is making a nice comeback. One little tiny nekkid spot on the back right hand corner. I can deal with that. The Dr Evil look is outa here!

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Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood-I've Been Down So Long (It Loo

Tales From The Big Casino; Chapter 12

   It's the night before my last scheduled chemo, and I'm a little antsy. Why, I don't know. It's just going to be the standard visit, nothing special. The big thing is going to be going back into the nuclear Star Trek tube and looking to see if all the nasty little lymphocytes are gone Gone GONE! They freaking better be. After all this crap I'm in no mood for any additional anything.

   I picked out a couple dvds to watch while I'm hooked up to the dripster. That's my word for it. I know a lot of people claim the overuse of aspartame it a major cause of cancer. But the infusion rooms are always full when I go. And I drank diet coke for 10 years or more. I gave up on all that glop 3 years ago. So it could be a cause. But there's been cancer in my family for a couple generations. All I know for sure is a lot of people have cancer, me included. I got nothing else. Maybe I'll be more talkative tomorrow night. I sure as hell won't be sleeping much.

Nancy Sinatra Bang Bang

Tales From The Big Casino; Chapter 11

9/14/10

One week from Chemo #7 of 8. Well, projected 8. No telling what the Kryptonian scan will show after I'm done with the 8. Freaking thing showed me having cancer in 5 spots last time. "Yeah, you're in stage 4 Sparky." Makes me a little gun shy. What's really weird is that you're actually radioactive for 3 hours or thereabouts after the scan is done. No different cancer from the cancer treatments, please. I'm tired of it sucking to be me.

I'll be sure to take the right battery for the dvd player instead of the charge unit for the battery that I took last time. Chemo brain strikes again. Luckily I was saved from boredom by the History Channel. There was a really awesome show about all the people that can be proven to have come to either North or South America prior to 1492. Or there's speculation and some speculative evidence of other people coming here. My favorite is these cats from Europe during the end of the ice age. The theory is they left southern Europe and traveled along the ice shelf that existed along the mid Atlantic ocean. It makes perfect sense because they could hunt seals for food, fat, and skin all along their trip. It's like a boat ride at an amusement park with a couple stops for corn dogs and slushees. There was a culture that existed in North America called the Clovis Culture. So there guys probably had a big part in that. There's lot's of proof that there were people here waaaaaay back when that did not come from the Russia to Alaska land bridge from parts of Asia. Truly fascinating stuff. 

I'm getting that thing where food tastes weird. That coupled with my hyper sensitive sense of smell is really a pain in the ass. Wonder how long before this stuff begins to wear off. Not soon enough. I already can't stand strong perfumes. I mean really, I get sick from those overpowering toilet waters some women and a few men wear. I've had to leave the front counter at an old job more than once when someone, usually an old lady, would come in to get their car serviced. My eyes water and my mouth gets a coating inside. Completely disgusting. Now I'm 5 times more sensitive than  I was. Literally, one day last week someone walked by my house, and the perfume smell nearly had me calling the porcelain phone. I don't go out much.
Dig ya later, Bubbies

Tales From The Big Casino; Chapter 10

9/2/10 

Two days after chemo #6. Felling mostly okay. To quote the late great Rodney Dangerfield, 'Last week I was in rough shape, ya know?" Turns out I got myself a nasty little sinus infection. Called the on call doc at the cancer center and he called me in some antibiotics to start taking. I figured this was going to be useless because last year I went through every level of anti-b last year right up to the uber anti, Zithromax and it did no good. So I wound up getting my sinuses drilled out and my septum fixed. But it was worth the trouble since the low level anti-b knocked out the infection quick, fast, and in a hurry. Trouble is, my temp was hovering at mid 100 for about a day. When I told the team of docs and nurses about this Tuesday I got the lecture x3. "Don't wait just come in if that ever happens again" The two docs and the nurse let me have it about that. Now I know that by the time I went to the ER my temp would be down and it would have been a wasted trip. Hey I'm still upright so I was right.

Planned on going to some Gilda's club functions last week but of course I felt like rug lint all week. That sucks. Even missed a baseball game. Been here five years and I still haven;t seen the Red Wings play. Nor have I seen the Roc City Rollergirls skate. They're struggling for a permanent venue. A working class Lake Town like Rochester needs a Rollergirl team with a huge fan base. Just makes sense to me anyway. Too bad I'm not a semi well known host instead of a cable wannabe, cuz I'd sure be waving a flag for them. If I had been given more than two weeks to find some sponsors, a half hour version of WT (Wild Thingdom) would have been on the air for a year now. I'd have done the pay your way deal given enough time to create some sponsor love. But in last summer's economic turmoil even Gordon Gecko couldn't have raised five bucks in two freaking weeks. And of course the guy wouldn't return my e mails after I bombed out on the money deal. Geez how'd I get started bitching about my abortive attempt at regular tv? Next time I'll make it. Since my co-creator is now a Forensics teacher that lends a little class to the mixture. All I need now is a pc that can burn dvd's again and I'll start mailing out shows to every station I can find. It's gonna happen, I'll be cancer free and have a show on the local TV somewhere in western, NY.

Tales From The Big Casino; Chapter 9

8/6/10 
I had x rays and a consultation with Dr Chong this morning. She says that from what she sees on the x rays there's no nasty tumors or anything like that in my shoulder or elbow. More than likely it's tendonitis brought on by the chemotherapy. She called it on the nose when I was diagnosed, so I'm counting on her expertise this time. I don't need this shit to get worse.

This afternoon I got the brainscan MRI. Back into the Star Trek tube for almost an hour. With my head in an open topped football helmet. Last time I could at least move my head. Not fun kiddies. Now I'm guzzling water to flush out the contrast dye. I get to do it all over again Sunday morning for my shoulder. That contrast crap is going to burn out my kidneys. Or my bladder. Freaking fun never ends.

Then on Monday I get the Lumbar puncture. Can't drive myself because they're giving me a LaLa pill before the big ass needle goes in. They want to make sure there's no Lymphoma cells swimming around in my spinal fluid.

Feh.