Another Step

After working a couple weeks of half days, my oncologist released me to work full time.  I’ve put in a few 8 hour days now, and I believe I really do prefer half days, but it was time to take another step towards normal.  

One of my co-workers asked, “Why don’t you just shave your head?  Your hair cries I survived Chernobyl!” I pointed out that anyone can shave their head, but only a select few can enjoy the, “faint hovering mist” look.

I’ve come to realize that chemo goes in you like a bullet, carefully aimed to mortally wound the cancer.  Piercing its target, it continues clanging and zinging back and forth through your body, messing with everything else until its energy is spent.  

I think my chemo bullet rattled all the way down to my feet before expiring, resulting in this stubborn neuropathy.

I thought I had lost two good friends to cancer this year – Mountain Dew and Darigold Old Fashioned Chocolate Milk.  I ran into them both recently, and they are as good as ever.