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December 30, 2010, 4:36 pm
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That Lori Greenberg sent me a box of beads!

They came from Lori Greenberg, Chris Mode, Lisa Reddick, Patty Lankinsmith, Shani and Beau Barrett, Margaret Zinser, Penny Dickenson, Andrea Bell and Nancy (she made the boobie bead). I know I know her last name but I can’t pull it out of my head. Tell me what it is and I’ll write it here!

So, because I had a box of beads for fuel, I got out of the house and to the store to thank everyone. THANKS EVERYONE! I think this is the nicest thing of the year. The beads are super cool:

Margaret Zinser and Nancy.

Penny Dickenson, Andrea Bell, Patty Lankinsmith, Shani Barrett (set). Patty Lankinsmith, the photo does not do the mouth bead justice. That is an extremely strange and inspiring pendant. It makes my eyes happy.

Beau Barrett, Lori Greenberg, Chris Mode, Margaret Zinser and…

Lisa Reddick!

I don’t even know what to say, you guys. I have waves of love for all of you.  I can definitely incorporate some of these into my tumor necklace project. Thanks for thinking of me!


I was just thinking
December 29, 2010, 3:59 pm
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Actually, I was thinking this the other day. I haven’t thought of much since so I’m just going to throw it out there. Sometimes I’m really cold when I wake up in the morning so I’ll grab some activities and repair to the upstairs bathroom where I can sit in front of the space heater and read or watch T-bone. Anyway, this particular day I was trying to transport three things up the stairs while crawling on my hands and knees. The things were a glass of milk, a banana and a clean pair of sweatpants. (In retrospect, I must have liked the challenge of bringing breakfast upstairs–otherwise I’m not sure why I didn’t just drink the milk and eat the banana downstairs-it would have been much easier.) Anyway, as I was making my way up stair by stair, placing the milk, the sweatpants and the banana on each stair before me, I started thinking about that brain teaser about the guy who had to cross a river with a lion, a sheep and a bag of grain- or maybe it was a dog, a cat and a mouse…it was three things that could eat each other, and that was the problem. So the guy had to figure out how to all the items from A to B without leaving unattended any two things that could eat each other. Because if two were in the boat at the same time or on the shore at the same time, there would be trouble, see? Anyway, long story short, I was glad that all my items had no interest in one another because I didn’t want to make three trips up the stairs. I think I was taking steroids then. Steroids are probably still my favorite part of this whole thing.

(If you’re familiar with that brain teaser that story will be funnier. I’m not going to explain the whole thing to you. You could probably Google it.)

SO, I’m out the house today. Look at me! I had to come to the shop to meet with someone from the city about my water meter which fell off or got injured or something. I’m trying to think of something I care less about than my water meter but I can’t. Everything matters more than the water meter, I’ve decided. I use about three dollars worth of water every six months-I would easily pay them five dollars to just look the other way. I bet they’d rather not deal with it either.

But the important thing is I’m out of the house. I’ve been there since the 24th trying to keep off the ankle. FYI: I don’t check the computer much when I’m at home partly because I don’t like typing on the laptop and also because at home the TV mesmerizes me. I find something something about the flawless skin and the ostentatious jewelry worn by the CNN reporters captivating. I can’t look away. Staying at home is beyond boring but I’m pretty fixed on healing my bone and getting the hard cast off on Jan. 17. My cast cracked and I had to get it reinforced on Monday. I feel like I should really stop screwing around now because if it cracks again I’m going to get on some kind of a list and maybe next time the service won’t be so friendly. So I might be home for a few days. I’ll let you know.

crutches suck ass
December 22, 2010, 5:12 pm
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Since I got my cast I’ve been hobbling around without my crutches. My ankle doesn’t bother me at all unless I twist it or knock it against the banister when I’m sliding down the stairs on my ass, which, by the way, according to everyone, is the correct way to navigate stairways with a broken ankle. Plus it keeps the center part of your staircase dust-free. But then last week the nurse-lady who gives me my Herceptin told me to I had to use my crutches or I might screw up my ankle. I’m going to take her advice because so little advice has been given to me during this whole process. Mostly you can just carry on along as you aren’t around sick people and don’t eat raw fruit. If you do something wrong, your body with it’s myriad forms of non-verbal communication will put you in your place.

I got a round of antibiotics for my sinuses last week!  FYI: Something needs to be wrong with you before you get antibiotics. Which makes sense, unless you’re like me and you want them all the time because they make you feel impervious to germs. So I’ve had a glorious week of unclogged nose and just dripping instead of pouring mucous. Best week yet, probably. It’s worn off, though. This is the funny thing about having a really runny nose and being on crutches (esp. crutching to work outside in the cold)-you don’t really know your nose is running until it’s contents are actually in your field of vision and by then it’s too late to do anything about it because your hands are gripping crutches. It’s really embarrassing. No  wonder no one says “Hello” to me when I’m crutching to work. One lady said “Oh, dear” when she watched me almost trip over the plastic bag wrapped around my cast. “You don’t know the half of it, Lady,” I said. That was funny because it was true.

Here’s a picture of a chemo bead I made a while ago:

Here are some red and white blood cells:

I know they look exactly like those stuffed giant microbes but putting eyes on things is something that comes naturally to a lot of people.

Here’s a “Futurama” homage: a Buggalo sculpture. He has no health care of his own so I put him inside a pressure cuff at the doctor’s office:

He always ate right and didn’t clown around behind the wheel so his blood pressure was stellar.

Guess what happened?
December 10, 2010, 1:15 pm
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I broke my ankle jumping on a trampoline on Sunday. And, no, I wasn’t drinking at the time (thank goodness). For exercising purposes, my friend Mary gave me one of those household size trampolines when I started chemo. Oh how I loved jumping on that thing. It just made me happy. Say, that reminds me–this guy who used to cut my hair, Jerry, had a mini-trampoline that he also loved and talked about frequently. He thought jumping on it made his hair grow. Jerry thought a lot of things which made him, in my opinion, a very lively conversationalist and an interesting barber. I wish he was still around to discuss hair growth vis a vie trampoline jumping because I’ve been having some surprise hair growth lately, too, and have been wondering why. On Sunday night we  banished our trampoline to the back porch so now, if my hair stops growing, we will know that Jerry theory was right. I really want to let him know one way or the other. What’s more delicious than proving a long-thought crackpot theory? Not much.

But back to the story, we had to call an ambulance to scoop me up not because I was in a lot of pain but because I wasn’t in a lot of pain and I wanted to stay that way. I also thought I would throw up and crap my pants at the same time if I tried to get up. So when the paramedics, of which there were many, came into the house they saw a 43 year old bald woman laying on the floor sandwiched between a trampoline and a giant shoe chair. Behind me was a desk covered with prescription pill bottles. “Guess what happened?” I asked the first paramedic. “I didn’t expect to see this,” he said. He meant that when they got the call he thought someone slipped on the ice. I thought he was talking about the house, generally, which is also unexpected.

So my ankle bone (fibula, I think) is broken right across the ankle part. It does not need surgery but it will probably be in a cast for two months. I’m on crutches now, which sucks. You can’t carry anything around with you on crutches unless you can fit it in your mouth or bat it along the floor with your crutch, so I’ve been eating whatever I can purvey from kitchen to living room-like tins of smoked oysters and bottles of Gatorade. When I get rides to and fro the store is still open, by gum. So not much has changed. Except no more trampoline jumping. That’s probably the worst part.

halfway done
December 4, 2010, 2:46 pm
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I had my third chemo treatment this week. It went ok at first but I was more nauseous than usual so I took more nausea drugs. And you know, people talk about chemo dulling your cognitive functions but I think it’s the nausea drugs that do it. They get their whammy by suppressing dopamine  or serotonin because serotonin and dopamine can cause nausea. That’s a bitch, isn’t it? The chemicals that make your brain work also cause nausea. Which to choose?Anyway, I took some extra pills this week and felt a little chemically restrained. I missed work on Thursday and had a dream that there was a black dog living under the couch that I sleep on. I wanted to trap the dog and bring him onto David Letterman, but then I realized that the trip would be pointless because the dog didn’t know any tricks. My dreams are also chemically restrained.

I did pull my head out and made some necklaces this week out of pendants that I bought from Phil and Veda Bickley. You should have seen me make that thing. My decision making abilities are super impaired. You’d think I was deciding who lives or dies instead of which beads to use. I’m putting it up on Etsy. Talk to you later.

bonus post
December 2, 2010, 8:48 pm
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I was observing the condition of the outside of my store when I noticed this:

At first I thought it was a larvae for Phil to identify but it turns out it’s a piece of chewed gum someone jammed behind my mailbox.  I identified it all by myself, for once. It’s going to stay there until it wears off or I finish chemo. I haven’t been told this or anything but I think touching other people’s gum is something I shouldn’t do. And that is probably the only upside to having a compromised immune system.