Hello
Wednesday, March 19th, 2008I’m home and recovering. It’s been a strange few days and will sum up thusly:
Good News: It wasn’t appendicitis although I no longer have my appendix.
Bad News: It was lymphoma — you know… the cancer. (You have to pronounced that in a whisper like they do on Lifetime movies.)
Good News: It turns out it’s boring everyday Diffuse Large B-Cell lymphoma (click on the link to download a PDF about it). It’s the type that simply everyone is getting.
That really is good news. When it comes to cancer, you must strive for mediocrity ergo you can get treatment that many, many before you have received. I will be starting chemo in a few weeks. So far my doctors are optimistic: it seems localized and it seems unrelated to HIV (yes, I’ve been positive since 1996 and quite healthy, thank you). I have a PET scan scheduled Monday to make sure it’s not located anywhere else and will have a bone marrow biopsy scheduled a week from Saturday to make sure I don’t have it there either.
As for the week that has transpired. I had started feeling a dull pain in the area of my appendix last Monday and went to see my doctor Wednesday afternoon. That night around 3 in the morning the pain had increased greatly and when it didn’t subside after an hour decided it was time to get myself to a hospital. I fed the dog and drove myself to the emergency room — don’t get mad! Rose Medical Center is literally five blocks away. Then it was lots of probing and injecting, the news that I was going to surgery, and then waking up in recovery feeling much less pain.
I can’t thank enough the doctor and nurse staff at Rose. Everyone was so nice, helpful and actually fun to be around. Plus my Denver family has been concerned and very supportive. As for my mom, well, she’s handling things as best she can. The “C” word sends that side of the family into fits. I even heard from my dad several times and both brothers. ‘Twas very cool.
One more thing, I promise this blog won’t become a cancer one. This thing is about anything and will continue to be so; however, I will keep you updated and maybe occasionally vent. In other words, I have a new friend to poke fun at.
P.S. I’m not hurt at all that no one left a comment about the Goldfrapp review. Hmmph.













On occasion a collection of music comes your way that takes you by surprise. You try hard not to gush over it, but when the sounds hit your ears you realize what you are witnessing is a masterpiece of its genre. Goldfrapp’s fourth album is that — a masterpiece of ethereal pop. Seventh Tree truly astonishes in mood. Listening to the ten tracks is like floating on a dreamy sea of melancholy.






