Chemotherapy

First question, the cliché, how long do I have to live.

The answer is that I don't know, still to this moment. I'm planning on making it a long time.

Any ways things move along quite quickly, within a week I'm going to be starting Chemotherapy. I have some time to reflect on my life, share some joy and tears with family. It looks like I need to pack up my work truck as I won't be putting in many hot water tanks while going through this. Things are a strange mix of mundane issues and introspection.

In a way maybe there is a bright side, many other peoples lives are taken suddenly without a chance to really talk to the people close to you about what they mean to you, or you can be left unable to communicate, those are certainly a fear of mine. My mind is clear and I've been given a chance to grow closer to my family, and for that I'm grateful. Mind you I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

Soon I find myself at the Tom Baker cancer center in Calgary and taking my first Chemo. First is an I.V. then a regimen of pills for two weeks. The initial shock is manageable, but there are some strange side effects, cold makes my hands tingle, just from say touching something in the fridge. I get a close intro to the bronchial spasms that I get if I drink something cool/cold. Meaning a cold drink leaves me struggling to breathe, with sucks it you're also throwing up. Have to watch for mouth sores, etc, etc.

The two weeks go well, my energy level seems okay, and apparently hair loss is not as prevalent as it used to be, not that that is a big concern.

A few days after finishing my pills things get a little more complicated.