Thursday, March 20, 2008
What a lovely way to spend an evening
Tubes coming out in every direction, some pumping in fluid, others draining it out. A hole in my stomach, and platitudes from an ostomy nurse that it won't be a big deal. Somehow, I suspect it will be a big deal. But I will get thru it. But it is still the pits. What else do you want me to say?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Some Pictures?
Brave new world here. I'm actually going to try to post a few pictures of some of my outdoor adventures over the past year.
This first one is Chantal at the head of Honeycomb Fork up Big Cottonwood Canyon. The next is of Silver Glance Lake. See my post on this hike that I made last year. Finally, a shot from a snowshoe hike I took a few weeks ago, just to prove that Radiation/Chemo did not render me an invalid. Looks like they might have posted last to first, but you should be able to sort them out...
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Gutted like a fresh trout
My surgery will be on the 18th at LDS Hospital. With all the $$ that I and my insurance company have given IHC the last few years, I think that I will ask that they name a wing or at least an operating room in my honor.
I am feeling great right now. The radiation burns and symptoms are all gone, I have all the energy I could ever have, it is kind of surreal to think that in 8 days I will be flat on my back with a hole in my stomach and my poop flowing into a baggie. Kind of depressing to think about, so I try not to.
I did hear about a gadget called Ostomy Armor that is supposed to let you do anything you want and not have your "appliance" get dislodged. I'll have to check that out, since I still hope to get back into the hills as soon as I can after this is over.
I don't know if the second round of chemo will knock me back more than the first one did-which was not that much. If so, then life won't be too bad except of course, for that baggie. Yuck.
I'm not going to put many details on this out for public consumption, but I will mention that facing death in the short to mid term does do a wonderful job of focusing your mind on just what you would say if you were standing in front of God, and trying to get your ducks lined up in case it comes to that. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
I am feeling great right now. The radiation burns and symptoms are all gone, I have all the energy I could ever have, it is kind of surreal to think that in 8 days I will be flat on my back with a hole in my stomach and my poop flowing into a baggie. Kind of depressing to think about, so I try not to.
I did hear about a gadget called Ostomy Armor that is supposed to let you do anything you want and not have your "appliance" get dislodged. I'll have to check that out, since I still hope to get back into the hills as soon as I can after this is over.
I don't know if the second round of chemo will knock me back more than the first one did-which was not that much. If so, then life won't be too bad except of course, for that baggie. Yuck.
I'm not going to put many details on this out for public consumption, but I will mention that facing death in the short to mid term does do a wonderful job of focusing your mind on just what you would say if you were standing in front of God, and trying to get your ducks lined up in case it comes to that. And that's all I'm going to say about that.
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