Chemo Session: Number 16

I took public transit to the hospital. Janet and Devin are both working. This is really a non-issue. The streetcar is almost at our door. Very convenient. Arrived a bit early, taken in on time and released right on schedule. Another new nurse. Again, very official. Name, number and date of birth, over and over again.

The process is very normal and pain free by now. Even the side effects are taken in stride. Took a look at the blood results. My white blood cell count is down to 2.3 which is OK for Chemo. The cutoff occurs when the count goes below 1.5. My liver enzymes are not doing anything special. Some are up, others down. These are used as a guide more than anything else. Numbers going down would indicate stabilization, up would be a bit of a disaster. This has me a bit concerned. It is not a good sign and I am getting apprehensive about visiting the oncologist the next day. I will have the Neulasta shot on Thursday once disconnected from the baby bottle.

We went to see the oncologist on Wednesday, June 16th. It was a very short visit. Not much to say really. I am not showing any of the side effects they are looking for. No throwing up, lack of appetite, weight loss, upset anything. Just fatigue, discoloured skin, and cracking nails. Normal. I have stopped reacting to the treatments. The body has adjusted to all the drugs. This is as good as it gets. We are now in control mode. Five more sessions of Chemo, then maybe a rest for three months before moving on to the new cocktail.

We are planning to go to Montreal for the July long weekend. My brother Fo’ad will be joining us, some sort of small family get together. We did this about three years ago. We rent a restaurant called Quartier Perse for an afternoon. The owner, Mahin, loves us. Her food is amazing. Highly recommended. Tell her I sent you. We rent her place for an afternoon and invite all our friends to join us. Everyone gets to see everyone with very little fuss. No dishes to wash, house to clean, people to serve. I am looking forward to it.

We asked for another week off Chemo in order to enjoy Montreal with full strength of mind and body. Keep in mind that at the beginning of this adventure, a week off was not even a consideration. No fuss now. Too many chemicals in the body. Live your life. Go and enjoy.

Janet and I went home in a bit of a stupor. Not sure how to react to any of this. What do you mean this is as good as it gets, and live your life? My numbered days just appear to have become a lot smaller. The amazing Doctor Hedley does not give out numbers. So useless and build false expectations, or negativity depending on the numbers issued. Nor do we talk about Stage of Cancer. You are alive between stages 1 through 4, dead when you reach stage 5. Again, these are so arbitrary. They amount to nothing except making you fell either defeated or buoyant. Both false feelings.

The hidden message is unmistakable. I woke up from my stupor through the next couple of days. Spoke with Fetneh and Fo’ad. Kali and I had lunch and touched on the subject ever so briefly. No need to ruin a good lunch. Enjoy your life. Diana, Nancy, Judith all had words of comfort. None of us either know what any of this means, or are willing to broach the subject just yet.

I keep saying this, and I will say it again. I am feeling far too well for things to go awry now. I am strong and vital and am living a full life. I am in the process of designing a couple of web sites for a couple of friends. Both are computer businesses, but very different from one another. I am quite excited by the projects. I am living my life, and am not prepared for any interruptions.

We hired a gardener to look after our downtown hacienda. I no longer have the energy for it. He is very good and has made the garden look amazing. Very organized. Not my style. I like things to be more organic. Most people hate that. This is a good change, specially if we decide to sell the house at some point. I love to sit in either the back or front yards and just look at the garden, enjoy the trees and brush, and the very few flowers that manage to grow. We have far too many very mature trees in the backyard. The shady garden overshadows everything. Moss instead of grass. A pond in the back that gurgles in such a satisfying way. Calm and serene.

Janet and I sit on the front porch once in a while. Drink coffee and watch the passers by. Some one will occasionally look up and nod or murmur a very quiet and subdues “hi” as they walk by. No one feels comfortable opening the conversation, invading your space. I guess it does not help that we have a fence around our property, the better to protect the cats in a dog endowed neighbourhood. The dogs insist on chasing the cats who find refuge behind the iron fence. It is not a high fence allowing for easy conversation over it, but people are shy.

We have noticed that the bigger the house, the more likely people are to stay inside and not venture into the outdoors. A couple of our neighbours know about what is going on. Most just say hi and walk by. We had dinner last night at Marianne’s. She lives two doors to the east of us. John Brown who lives three doors to the west also joined us. I made rice. Marianne made steak. A glorious combination. I had a wonderful time. They are very supportive people full of love and comfort.

We are spending today at Philip’s, Janet’s brother, celebrating Fathers day. Devin is trying to take the day off, though I have no idea if he was successful. Philip has a swimming pool in his backyard. I might just go in for a swim and see how it goes. I have to cover my bag with one of those pregnancy skirts. All I need is for the bag to come off while in the pool. Yikes.

Live your life. New motto. Stay positive. Not that we weren’t. Just seems that a new sense of urgency is suddenly overshadowing everything else.

Janet and I will spend just a bit more time together, specially in the summer when there is so much to do and enjoy in this city.

Live your life. Good motto for all, methinks.

Thanks for listening.