3/31/2025
I’m baaaaaaaaack!
So, as tends to happen from time to time in my life, puppies tripped over the power cords. All of them. And some of them had something to do with hosting my blog’s site, or at least that’s what I’m going with, because I asked someone else to host my blog for a reason. Definitely not my area of expertise.
After a conversation with the puppy provider of his internet, and a ticket with some other puppy technician or something, the blog’s back. No medical problems were involved in any way, at least not this time.
I’ve been in treatment for a week and a half at this point, I think… Radiation only on weekdays but chemo every night. I lay down on a flat board loosely related to a Cat Scan or MRI machine, without the tube, and they blast my head with targeted radiation for a few minutes. It’s pretty quick and painless, so far, thankfully. And it’s supposed to shrink the tumor, I think? The side effects are similar to sunburn, but not significant yet. And fatigue, but I like naps so whatever.
Then there’s the chemo. Around 11:20 every night, I sit down at my computer desk in my office, throw on a Nitrile glove, and get ready to swallow poison pills. It’s what they are, they’re poison. Their goal is to prevent the growth of more tumor cells, while also doing various bad things to the rest of my body. Thankfully, the side effects have been pretty minor, so far, but they have made my right hand/arm subject to actual puppy attacks. My skin’s a little fragile, basically. I’m using some cream called Aquasomethingsomething. We’ll see.
Oh yeah, I have a foster puppy. She’s a 2 month old beagle-something-something, that I definitely need to figure out how to put pictures of on here. She’s a handful, and a terrorist, and … shit, I better be careful or someone will take her to El Salvador. She really likes to bite … everyone, and scratch everyone, and her housetraining is questionable at best, so she’s a foster puppy. And I love her, for her brief stay at my new Puppy Palace. The cat does _not_ love her, and my two senior-ish dogs are still deciding. Gizmo plays the part of Uncle Gizmo as always, and Crystal … mostly barks at her to keep her in line. Her name is Neveah, which took my roomy/partner and I several days to figure out was Heaven backwards.
I think something involving dinner is coming soon, maybe, so I’m going to wrap up for the moment. And drop some pictures in here, which will definitely go as planned, right?
To be continued.
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