Sorry for disappearing. And over one of the more exciting couple of weeks in BC politics too. What a sorry excuse for a blogger I am.
Here’s the mea culpa.
One of the things with long term cancer accompanied by tons of ‘interventions’ is that the body doesn’t bear up so well after a while. It’s susceptible to a lot of fly by night ailments and I’ve had two recently.
Some of it’s my own damn fault. Being 20km from the site, Paul and I – led brilliantly by my eldest – went to Coachella last weekend.
I like to think of myself as a ‘young at heart’, ’50 is the new 30′ kind of guy. But after three days of alt punk rock dance party I can report that young at heart means young in the head, old everywhere else – and maybe not so young in the head after all.
Last Monday I could honestly say that I had never been more tired in my life. Nor have I had a worse cold. Thank you Tupac hologram guy.
The cold comes on top of a simmering then exploding infection on my palette, which is a patchwork quilt of operational scars. According to my pain doc – I have a fabulous pain doc -the infection rather than the tumours may be responsible for the big jump in pain I am experiencing. Let’s hope so and cue the medication boost.
I’m not trying to whine here. This is nothing compared to last summer’s death watch but I just want to say that while I’m on the mend I may continue to write a little less.
Not that there aren’t a million stories swirling around my head. By-elections, crap polling, BC’s under-reported forestry disaster, PAVco, unite the right hail marys – while at the same time rhetorically tacking left: how much grist for the mill can there be?
And then there is the health thing. You don’t really learn much about your body until it’s compromised in some way. In good times it just is.
This is kind of trite and has probably been said a million times in a billion places but until living it I never really understood how the body is really it’s own ecosystem. The walls between the various parts and functions are paper thin. One failure leads to another etc… etc…
Rebuilding it has to take into account all the interactions. Nothing is fast.
My new palette doctor can’t start fixing me until he talks to my radiation doc, my chemo doc, my infectious diseases doc and maybe my neurologist to figure out what’s happening with all the parts and systems that have been treated to date.
And I thought I could walk into the office, get diagnosed and prescribed some miracle medication that would clean up the infection in a week.
Instead, I’ll have a treatment plan that will prescribe the right medication, make the right cuts and administer the right clean up to ensure a bad situation isn’t made worse. It’ll take some time. To cover that time they’ve bumped the pain medication.
I think all of this is miraculous. Unlike the boring Tupac hologram. Thank God Eminem showed up to save that day.