Why is Monday always a blue day

It's Monday the 10th, a day after my 55th birthday.
went back last week and finished the week out with my Radiologist making me a new mask and informing me that I will be continuing treatments until at least the 21st of this month.  Needless to say it was a very hard weekend when I thought that tomorrow was going to be my last day of treatments until November. (if not treatments, at least checking the status of what my body had done with the bad cancer cells.)  Monday Morning was a ripper.
So away we go again.  No chemo at least, which was really the one factor that was ripping my body apart.  And in a week, no wife for support.  It's time to get back to work for her.  I personally want to thank everyone who works with Kim who donated sick leave to her so she could be by my side for the last 3 months.  There were many days had she not been here, I would have gotten on a plane and just said forget it.  Rather selfish but I was mentally done and she brought me back around.
So now I go and just focus on all things positive.  Get up, try to start exercising again, and just work on being happy.  Happy=Healthy as far as I'm concerned.

September 7th and I'm still going

Hello, my continuing bloggers.  It's still not over.  The Fay lady is not singing in my world.

I'm back in Illinois as what I'd like to call, Overtime.  I have 18 more treatments as of today to complete

of tomo radiation, 2 per day.  'this make me very sad for I now have to forfeit going to to See Peter Gabriel in Montreal in 2 weeks for the following Tuesday the 18th for it is also my official release date at this point in time -  A Special 10 stop tour in North America celebrating the 25th anniversary of the "So" album with most of the original performers.  It was little small engine that pushed me through all the summers crap and  now I can't make it.  Deep breath, Ce la vie.  Hopefully my bestst fiend and her best friend will love Montreal for 5 days, how can they not.  They can eat and drink and enjoy the beautiful city and once in a life time concert I have been thinking about for 6 months  Whoo hoo! 

I get to fly home to mt house in the woods to further my convalescence.  It's not as bad as I make it , except for the easting and drinking part, oh and the other thing, life yea I get that back.  It's a melancholy finish to this part of the ordeal.  I then get to recoup and the in early Nov.  get to fly back to see how all this testing and treatment to fight off the cancer.  See like I sais before, the Fay Lady doesn't get to sing quite yet, doesn't seem at this point there wil be and end.  Just skip over 4 months of hell and resume where I left off.  Ok, I'll take that for know.  Beats laying in a hospital bed whithering away toward a slow death with lots of self loathing pity on the side.  That concert was my spring board.  Guess it did it's job.  More to come if things get interesting,

Week 7, R&R

This past Monday I am still in hospital but the Dr in charge claims that if I go 24 hours without fever, he would release me.  So I rest with cool thoughts in the my head.  All the rest of my doctors also come and see me on Monday.  The radiologist has given me the rest of the week off from treatment to let my neck heal some.  he agrees that we can't keep pounding radiation at my neck, it'll never heal properly.
Cool, 4 more days off plus these guys don't work the weekends or holidays, that's like a week off.  My Hemo-Oncologist has also postponed Chemo for a week.  Whoo-hoo,  No treatments for a week.  Kim and I put together a plan.  We can go home, like get in the car and drive home, if all I have in 6 more days of treatments left.  We can fly back up and suffer in a hotel in Zion for a week.  All we have to do is get me released from the hospital.  Tuesday am, the Dr says I can be released today.  All I have to do is just finish down a couple of IV's.  Cool couple of hours and by mid day we're gone.
Surprise, one IV takes 1.5 hours, the other 6 to fully drip out.  6 hours- I complain.  Squeaky wheel does get something sometimes.  Dr cut's order in half, only 3 hours.  So we're out, not mid day but by 5pm.
Kim's made all the arrangements and is chomping at the bit all afternoon.  She pours me into the car and off she flys into Chicago rush hour traffic.  She's a trooper but is not a city girl any more.  By the time we get to Indiana, she is totally fried.  We get to Lafayette, Indiana, about 3.5 hours from the hospital and quits for the night.  Which is ok, she's toast, I'm toast, we changed time zones so it's 9:30pm.  Sleep for tomorrow is a very long day in the car to make it home.  But we do it, I drive a few hours here and there but by 8:30pm, we are pulling in the drive of our house.  It's been almost 2 months and it feels good.  So we get to rest the weekend at home.  Kim sleeps 12 hours day one, guess she needed the rest as well.  Daughter Erika comes home for the weekend.  Now that I'm home I don't want to go back.  But I only have 6-7 more days of treatments, then it's a 6 week rest and then another evaluation as to the status of cancer.  I may even go back to work, we'll see how the eating thing goes.  But for now, rest at home is well needed.  I need more mental then physical so I can get back up for this final week.
It will be difficult, like falling of a horse and getting back on, but I am sure it will be worth the effort.