Week Three/Chemo + Radiation- Check!

Week Three is complete and with one more treatment we are exactly middle of the project.  

This week was tougher, as is expected.  Nothing drastic, just a little tougher as both radiation and chemotherapy are progressive.  The Pirate Husband was more tired but nothing that resting didn't kick.

Our mindset changed this week and we decided to declare ourselves on holiday.  We kind of overdid the whole eating out and partaking of all kinds of desserts, liver pate', breads, pastries, corned beef on rye....yeah, we blew it. But who the heck cares? Well, maybe our naturopathic doctor, she cares because she gave us studies proving sugar feeds cancer cells and she is such a wonderful woman, I hate to disappoint her.  We both agreed to cool it in the eating whatever we want department and get back to our mainly fruits and vegetables diet.  The Cleveland Clinic doctors are thrilled he is gaining weight.  They all say, "Any calorie is a good calorie."  We used that excuse every single day.  We don't live like that in normal life and we are not going to continue in the new normal life.  What was I thinking?

Well, I will tell you what I was thinking.  That if every darn day is lived with carrot, beet, apple, ginger juice and Ezekiel bread, that is a pretty boring way to spend life.  We might both be hit by a bus tomorrow and will I have been so strict as to smack the Amish biscuit out of the Pirate Husband's hand?  No.  

That annoying moment when someone tries to steal your food:  Say yer prayers, varmint!

There's a lot of nervous eating and cleaning going on at the Hope Lodge.  Some people bake.  Some are out there in the gardens weeding and watering (that'd be Marie).  These people are facing battles against death.  Sometimes a piece of chocolate cake can be just the answer.  It always melts away my troubles and I don't blame anyone dealing with the life and death trials of the cancer battle for sharing a dozen Krispy Kremes.  It is the same for the people who are constantly cleaning.  Good for them.  If it makes them feel better, have at it.  I have done that a few times there myself.  

About half of our newly made friends over the last three weeks left.  We are welcoming the newbies but it is not as easy as when we were new - just three weeks ago - and they all welcomed us.  They have left with our prayers, best wishes, and addresses.  I sure hope they make it.  I can't understand sending home folks at their weakest point and telling them to go home and get strong, come back in three months, and we'll let ya know if it all worked.  Gosh, I hate cancer.  

It irritates me to see the slogan, "March for the Cure"...what about marching against the cause?  Marie, our Amish friend, told me that four of the neighbors on her block have just developed cancer, and the next door neighbor has the exact same cancer as her husband.  What the heck caused that?  Are any of these doctors tracking where these folks live and why they may have developed certain types of cancer?  I mean, come on, have you seen the Cleveland Clinic?  It is a multi-billion dollar business that engulfs city blocks - blocks - and has campuses throughout the neighboring suburbs, not to mention clinics in other states and countries.  I don't know.  I better get off that soapbox because I am not Erin Brockovich.  But there should be more like her.

My oldest son says I need to ramp up my humor.  How?  I've got three jokes that I have been telling for the last forty years.  That's all I've got.  He said that laughter is a great medicine but the Pirate Husband is not an American, he doesn't find funny what we find funny.  Although, he is funny and we do laugh every day.  

Perhaps I have a negative outlook on life as I drive the highways of Ohio and see nearly a third of all the trees dead and without leaves.  What the hell happened?  What is going on?  Should I throw on some rose colored glasses and see the glass half full?  Two thirds of the trees are flourishing.  Whatever happened to that Erin Brockovich anyway?  

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