These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations.
Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free.
Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written.
MY Heart, Soul, Everything That's me, is with you tj says Boris sent me. I have trouble wrapping my head around what you're going through. You are going through everything I've heard of about Cancer, and then some. I wish I could wave a magic wand and shoo it all away. I'm still looking for that magic wand though.
Be sure to write everything down that you want to discuss. Since it's so hard to get around, you need to get everything covered as much as possible when you have the opportunity.
Things do seem to get lost in translation more than they should. But jeesh, cancer is nothing to mess around with! My sympathies, TJ. I agree about getting a second opinion from another oncologist.
I cannot say I envy you your struggles, but I will state that I admire your strength and tenacity. Being within the vortex of healthcare is not for the faint of heart.
Kåre เลียม Enga I'm also having chewing issues; it's like my jaws partially lock, and it's painful to chew until they break loose. There's nothing wrong other than a side effect of chemo, and it lessens as I drift further away from the infusions. Another reason why I'm hoping I can stop chemo, the last infusion left me unable to chew anything solid for a week.
Ned I was surprised he took the time to talk, most doctors wouldn't. Yes, it was nice to enjoy cake and ice cream, but the neuropathy still makes contact with anything cold feel like pins and needles. It's making our current temperatures difficult for me; I have to bundle up like it's the dead of winter.
Elisa, Stik-or-Treat I bring protein bars/snacks. This time it was a brownie bar and some Quest nacho chips.
🦉 Owl-oweenYes, they are all very nice. Yesterday, instead of dealing with them over the phone, I went to the district center in Fargo, since I was there anyway. It's still the same; you get passed from person to person.
Yes, I was able to swallow better as soon as I was out of the procedure, even though my throat was a bit sore from the scope and being stretched. It's nice to be able to eat again, but I was warned that within a week or two, it could start to close up again. I may have to have it stretched a couple more times; it's a pretty simple procedure that I don't mind going through.
ᗷαᛠᛠy~ᗷθθҽyҽʐ I really enjoyed the cake and ice cream after a long day, despite the ice cream being a bit cold for me. I've been doing my best to stay optimistic through all of this, but some days are more difficult.
I have chewing issues... which is a mild "ailment" but it's hard to eat when it's such a chore. Eating is essential. So is drinking liquids. I dehydrate in Thailand. I'm doing okay.
I had this image of a coiled spring inserted to provide stretching. My mind is a strange place I visit occasionally.
Medical procedures would be less terrifying if doctors/nurses/patients communicated better... and more often... imho.
Well, not yet, but it's getting close. I still have time to get my entry in and have it count for today, but I don't really have any idea what to blog about tonight.
It's been a busy day, but uneventful. I logged in without much time, but did get everything done for my five, or will when this posts. Tomorrow I will have to slow down and catch up. For now, it's time to quit rambling on, and on, and on...
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