April 28, 2009
The black hole
in my brain means no recurrence of my tumor in a year – so woo-hoo! Here I am, sittin’ in my window…
April 19, 2009
I’m really bad at keeping up, but…
the courseload keeps me busy! I’ll be home this summer, reading for fun, remembering how to knit, writing biographies, learning Spanish and someday Japanese (can’t have Japanese baseball pitchers and not know how to yell at them like I do to our American pitchers, yes?). In the meanwhile, here are some head shots from March’s MRI:
August 4, 2008
The Hat Parade, and Why I don’t Blog More
Why? Because my computer is soooo slow that I can’t stand it. I need a laptop with wireless so I can go to the library and in quiet moments blog like a normal person.
Anyway, I meant to do this AGES ago, but you know how it is…I’d like to thank all of the lovely people like Becky and Hope and Barb who made me hats during radiation :). Yup, Becky made me a Jayne – thank you, thank you, thank you !!!!!!! There’s one more I need to show, as soon as I find an antebellum ball gown which will be appropriate for it:)! Here they are:
April 4, 2008
It’s Over!!!!!
I brought cookies to my therapists, and was given fudge and a daffodil by the wives of two of my prostate men:). I had my treatment, got my certificate, my ceremonial mask – and with hugs to the patients, I Left the Building. For a few months, anyway.
Both mask and certificate are resting comfortably on the couch.
March 21, 2008
Two Weeks…
…to go! Then, my brain will be well and truly zapped (I was going to say fried, but I thought that would be in bad taste). Here is where the treatment takes place, with the wall of masks (it’s a kind of art installation, I think). Here I am, on the table (obviously), with the machine turned on its side. The table moves, too – so it’s kind of a weird ride. And here I am, up close and personal in my mask. It’s solid, but pliable. Think plastic canvas. When it was being formed, I forgot to take off my lipstick and it dried on the mask permanently. But I stand out on the wall o’ masks:)! I’ve lost about a quarter of my hair, but that should be it and I can disguise it pretty well with the hair that’s left and some hats.
March 9, 2008
The Bus Stop
At my center, if you change into a gown for radiation, you have a nice little enclosed room. If you have chemo, you get three waiting rooms with a big-arse fish tank as a dividing wall between two of them. If, like me, you have radiation but can wear your street clothes, you wait at the Bus Stop. That’s what they call it. A long, benchlike couch in the hallway, and four chairs. “Enclosed” by two half walls. It’s tiny, totally exposed, and Rowdy. Because treatment itself doesn’t take long, there are loads of people filing in and out of the Bus Stop everyday. My people, those who are scheduled around my time everyday, are all older men with prostate issues! We chat and laugh and cause others to stare at us when they go by. Friday, I brought Hallmark’s Hoops and YoYo with me to capture the moment. It was empty in there that day, unfortunately. They are propped up by my boss’ handbag in one shot, as their legs are not long enough to reach the floor:)!
the happy haunted turtle 