Saturday, August 30, 2014

Coming up on 40 months

September 2 is just around the corner.  Put aside how fast time is going by, and it's key to note that we're coming up on 40 months since diagnosis. Still going strong. Yesterday was chemo. Treanda aka bendamustine. Two more days next week and then we test.  Basic lab work this morning. As we know, I can't use my left arm for blood draws or even blood pressure, given my fistula which we've never used.  We just put my port back in a couple of months ago. But my right arm is tuckered out. My best vein in the right arm is no longer a source for blood draws.  Scar tissue has made it hard and useless. So now we search for some other vein that works. I'm now one of these people that gives the lab tech problems.  I'm trying to lose some weight and increase my lifting, hopefully this might make some alternate veins usable and visible.  As I said recently, if this is the sort of thing I worry about while walking around with an incurable cancer, then that's ok.  I'm good.

My dex is in full impact mode. I've been awake since 1:30.  The rage is hitting. We have a neighbor who rides a recumbent bike. He doesn't do anything except go back and forth on our street. He never even goes around the block. But he rides for hours and starts in darkness, with no light on his bike. So this morning, as I am driving to the gym, in the dark and without my glasses (note age and steroids are ruining my vision). There is he is in the middle of the street pedaling away. Lucky for him I didn't hit him. Then after the gym I was taking Gracie for a walk and he rides up behind me, unbeknownst to me, and loudly says "Good morning"  Scared the bejesus out of me.  I'm jumpy on top of grumpy.  "mother fuck" were the exact words out of my mouth. Then after walking Gracie I was watering our front lawn. It looks like hell. And he keeps riding by, occasionally waving. WTF?" Leave me alone." This I said a bit under my breath. At this point, I determined that I need to lay low and stay inside today. Avoid people at all costs.  Luckily UCLA football is on ESPN this morning. 

Side note.typically UCLA football is on the Pac 12 network. And the conference and DirecTV can't get their shit together, so I rarely get to see UCLA football or basketball for that matter. Bullshit. Even sports bars often don't have the Pac 12 network. It's absurd. Anther side not: If it was 10 or 12 years ago, right now I'd be with my buddy David at a sports bar, on my way to being drunk and loud. Ah, the good old days. Loudmouth soup as David calls it.

Fortunately UCLA is on ESPN today and I'm watching the game. The offense looks like crap, but the defense is dominating. 3 defensive touchdowns. 

Next week, Vikings football start for real. 

And that's my myeloma report. Not much going on.

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Berenson Oncology Success Rate

 Some reading about my myeloma specialist's success rate. A press release and an article from Targeted Oncology.