Sorry I’ve been MIA. No news is good news? Dr. V said at my last appointment there’s nothing much for him to do for me right now, in the best way possible. My labs are great, my side effects are what they are, my CTs are still mercifully clear, so I’m kind of boring right… Continue reading The Month of Kidney
“If they say Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone’s time runs out? If a moment is all we are We’re quicker, quicker Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do” – Linkin Park, “One More Light”… Continue reading Survivor’s Guilt
“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” – Proverbs 31:25 (NLT) Welp. Tomorrow is Annual Birthed a Kidney Day. June 8 feels rather traumatic to me. First of all, I’ll admit it. I thought I was a big ole wimp. The idea then of going through this… Continue reading Free Bird
un. one in my ancestors’ tongue. un-raveling. un-nerving. un ans. one year. i did it. i made it.
My one year mark is approaching very quickly. Next week, as a matter of fact. I’ve been all over the place emotionally. I’m grateful, of course. Over 25 percent of metastatic kidney cancer patients don’t even make it this far. So you know, my perception of gratitude is skewed these days. But there’s been a lot… Continue reading Cancer is Hell
Well, my week break came and went quickly. I’m back on Cabo at 40 mg. Happy to be back on the medication, as I’m hoping for continued good results. However, I’m drained. I counted yesterday, and I’m now on three different medications to manage the side effects of the Cabo. In addition to the blood… Continue reading Back In The Saddle
I am an impatient person. Alright, those of you who know me in real life can stop laughing now. I know I’m stating the obvious, but the more this cancer thing lingers on, the more apparent it is to me that I am (1) incredibly stubborn and (2) incredibly impatient. It’s been a little under… Continue reading One Spoon at a Time (or why I sometimes look fine but feel awful)
When I was 19, during the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I took a day trip to New Orleans with a group of friends from high school. We went to the French Market and strolled around, and then we went to the French Quarter. We ate beignets at Cafe du Monde,… Continue reading No Guarantees