Day Eighteen…only Seventeen more to go

I’ve peaked,…I’m able to look over the mountain and see the other side. It’s downhill from this point on; from now on I will have completed more Proton sessions than I have left to complete. On the other side of the mountain, I’ve found my energy. Knowing I have less distance to go than I’ve already traveled has renewed me. I even feel slightly less sick today, don’t know if it’s ...

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Day Seventeen

Today was my worst day yet. Today was the first day since I’ve started Proton Therapy that I found myself wondering if I could make the walk to the hospital. It’s three/four blocks away and yet it may as well be a mile. Three/four weeks ago, three/four blocks was nothing. The only thought that rallies my spirit is that Mr. Dubenschmeimer must be feeling as lousy as I’m feeling.

My friend Eve ...

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Day Sixteen…A Day to Drink

I’m thinking as hard as Mondays are, Tuesdays are the hardest days. Even though Monday is a travel and radiate day, I’m coming off Sunday, which is a day of resting, and relaxing in my own home, which does make it a bit easier. On Tuesdays I feel sick because I’m lonely, and lonely because I’m sick. I have friends that are with me, and who visit…it’s not about that, it’s about not ...

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Day 15

Oh boy, it’s radiation/traveling Monday again. My friend Lauren has volunteered for service this morning. My appointment at Proton isn’t until 6:10P, that’s the latest its ever been, and I’m going to take advantage of this by deciding to leave home a bit later in the morning. Lauren and I leave at 11A. I’ve only known Lauren for a year or so, but she’s one of those friends you meet ...

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Weekend Three…the Magical Slurpee!

I’m not a soda drinker. I never took the Pepsi Challenge,…I haven’t tapped into “The Real Thing”. I never got hooked on the high caloric, high caffeine, low nutritional value soda experience. I guess somewhere along the line I decided to grab that experience elsewhere.

When I got home this weekend, I was feeling the way I had all week, like I had been on the high seas in a small boat…no land ...

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It’s all relative

Writing this blog has shown me that there are several small stories that happen within everyone’s day that may be worth telling, but if we don’t write them down, we don’t remember them. So I digress…the townhouse building that I’m staying in has three apartments, one on each floor. I’m on the top floor. There is an old woman (I’m not sure how old though…old starts getting older, as I get older); ...

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Day Thirteen and Fourteen

My friend Leslie and her daughter arrived on Thursday from Long Island to take me, (feels more like rescue me after this week) from Boston and bring me home.

This has been a hard week, both emotionally and physically. I feel sicker this week than I did last, and the novelty of the travel back and forth has worn off. I like Boston, and I love seeing all my friends, but I miss my ...

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Day Twelve

Got together for lunch with two longtime friends from college today. We all went to school at BU. They stayed here, I went back to New York. It was great to see them, it had been a while since we all sat together eating lunch…the dining digs were definitely more upscale than back then, the conversation topics were different, what we ate was different…back then it was more like a Greek Pizza and ...

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Day Eleven

Don’t know which is more tiring,…Mondays, when I travel and radiate on the same day, or Tuesdays,…the day after I travel and radiate. There is something about the day after Mondays, that feels like a hangover…sort of a delayed reaction to all the schlepping which is really draining. Tuesdays are starting to feel like a day to just slog through…I really need to take it easy on Tuesdays.

My friend Joe came today, he ...

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Day Ten

I don’t know which is harder…having radiation or traveling to Boston on Mondays and then having radiation. After a long weekend, and just starting to feel a bit less worn out, it’s time to hit the road again. This time I’m not driving, I’m training. Jon drives me to the Amtrak station in New Rochelle so that I don’t have to hassle with the Long Island Rail Road that I would need ...

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