A Rude Intrusion :: Day 21

This is my blog for day 21 of cancer treatment, Sunday, 30 Jul 2017.

Another beautiful day today - 82 degrees and sunny! Sat outside with Linda Martinez, her two younger boys and a grandson this morning, then saw Nancy's sister Linda and her husband Bryan, as well as my mother-in-law Sonja, for lunch. Yesterday's visitor was our friend Beth, a teacher, like Nancy. We took a walk and sat outside to talk about all kinds of things. On Saturday afternoon I spoke with Nancy's brother Bill, who stopped by the house, and in the afternoon and evening we entertained Kim, a social worker from the hospital and friend. So it was a busy weekend with friends, and it certainly helped my spirits.

Bryan and I watched the Cubs win a game today, though we both napped on-and-off. Then it was on to the Canadian Open golf tournament for a short while before they left to head home.

All in all, a nice weekend.

Today's music: two classics of another sort: Time (here) and Comfortably Numb (here) by Pink Floyd.  One comment states it perfectly: "No flashy wardrobe, no sexual innuendo,  no ranting and raving of how good you are, no dirty and dull lyrics, no auto tune, no dancers, no repetitive beats. There is just pure and delicious musical ingenuity." Pure and delicious, indeed!

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link
Back In You Own Back Yard, Al Jolson - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman, from the movie Here Comes the Groom  - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
Sisters, Bette Midler and Linda Ronstadt - Link
Sisters, from White Christmas - Link
Sixteen Tons, Tennessee Ernie Ford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time, Pink Floyd - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 20

This is my blog for day 20 of cancer treatment, Saturday, 29 Jul 2017.

No doctor visits today! And it looks like it's going to be a beautiful day - 77 degrees and sunny!

One of the things I thought I'd do with today's blog is to describe exactly what a radiation treatment is like. I don't think I've done that before. So here goes.

All my radiation treatments are at Northwest Community Hospital in Arlington Heights, IL. It's a 45-minute drive (during the day) from the house. So Nancy and I leave at 1:15 PM every day, or so, and Nancy drives me to the treatment, the same drive we've done for years - what I call "the back way" to the hospital - down Roberts to Barrington to Cuba to Ela to Northwest Highway to Wilke to Kirchoff. (Those who live in the are will perhaps recognize the route.) We park in the Oncology parking area on the first floor of the Busse Center parking garage. We have a placard that identifies us as being allowed to park there, so it gets displayed in the front window.

From the parking lot, we walk into the main floor of the Busse Center, past registration, on down a hallway bordered by a row of windows to a bank of elevators. We take the elevator down one floor, then walk through a hallway to the Radiation Oncology department. Being downstairs, this area gets no natural light, but is well-lit by fluorescent lights, giving it a . Generally, as we know all the admins, we are greeted warmly. I swipe a bar-coded card under a card reader - twice - and that tells the staff I'm there. After an exchange of pleasantries I usually sit in the waiting are. There are a few "regulars" in the waiting area, including one poor fellow who has his head bandaged, and is generally wearing a cap.

After a short wait - these appointments are punctual - one of the technicians comes to get me. We walk down two hallways, past several examination rooms and a nurses office, and I'm usually asked to sit down in one of two chairs in an alcove just outside the unit. There are multiple machines in the unit, but I've only been treated in one - the particle accelerator. The techs sit inside the unit, opposite a bank of computer monitors that tell them what's happening with the machines. They also have a monitor which shows the patient. It's really rather high-tech.

The same patient almost always walks from the treatment room every day. He's older than me - I'd guess he was in his late 70's - and we now exchange greetings each day. Once he's done, the technicians call me in - Barb, Linda, Cindy or Mary - working in a team of three. One of them will walk me in while the others prepare for treatment. I stop by a mirror, place my phone and glasses on its ledge, then take out my mouth guards (technically, they're called "fluoride trays"), pop them in and leave the case on the ledge.

The treatment room is full of the various components of the machine. On the far wall is a rack containing the various masks and molds into which the patients are placed. In my case, a mask was made of my face, using a plastic which keeps its shape when room temperature, but was pliable enough to conform to my face, head and chest when warm (and wet), I think I described how this was done in a previous post. The person that followed me, one day, appeared to have had a mold made of their knee. This is done to ensure that you are in almost the exact same position day-to-day.

In my case, I am asked to lie on a table, with my head in a depression at the top of the machine - again, to ensure that I'm in generally the same position each time. The techs place a piece of foam under my knees, for comfort, and then put the mask in place over my face and the top of my chest. The mask is then snapped into place, six buckles in all, I think, and the techs verify that my face is in the proper place. They set the table into its place using a series of three numbers (X-, Y- and Z-axes, I'd bet). (I hear, "Shout out your numbers loud and strong!", each time, though they never say it out loud.)

When they're ready to go they let me know, and leave the room. At this point, I'm laying on my back, unable to move, hands clasped together and feet splayed out to the left and the right. For some reason, I'm not allowed to cross my legs. The machinery starts moving around me, and does a CAT scan to ensure that I'm in the right position. I think the machine will make slight adjustments if it needs to. The table shakes a bit when the treatment is ready to begin, and at this point I puff my cheeks out and hold them there.

The particle accelerator itself makes a buzzing sound when it is working, and I swear that I can feel the radiation hitting my tongue. Really. But the machine makes one pass on the right side of my face, concentrating on the tumor on the base of my tongue (and its associated parts, wherever they stretch out to), then the buzzing stops while the machine moves on to its second pass. I continue puffing my cheeks out (to keep stray electrons from burning the inside of my cheek - it does seem to work), and the machine eventually finishes it second pass. At this point, the staff returns to the room and unbuckles me from the machine.

They have to lower the table back to the proper height, then they help me to a sitting position and I swing my legs over the side, stand up, walk over to a sink, take out my fluoride trays and rinse them off. I take the wadded up paper towels I use to dry the trays and toss them into the garbage can, about six feet away from the sink (I'm a perfect 15-for-15 at this point). Then I gather my belongings and head out to get Nancy and return home.

Total time in the room: around 15 minutes, I think. Have to do it 20 more times, starting Monday.

Today's music is another classic - Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford (here) - 'nuff said!

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link
Back In You Own Back Yard, Al Jolson - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman, from the movie Here Comes the Groom  - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
Sisters, Bette Midler and Linda Ronstadt - Link
Sisters, from White Christmas - Link
Sixteen Tons, Tennessee Ernie Ford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 19

This is my blog for day 19 of cancer treatment, Friday, 28 Jul 2017.

Went to bed early, but woke at 3:00 AM and stayed awake for a while. Still able to lay on my side without the feeding tube giving me too much discomfort. My radiation appointment is at 2:15 PM, today, as usual. It's treatment 15 of 35.

It's funny to be sitting here, ill, watching the Republicans and Democrats fighting over healthcare. My employer provides us with a good plan, a Blue Cross/Blue Shield PPO plan, in which all my doctors participate, so all my procedures re paid at in-network rates. And many of the procedures have a contracted cost that is less (sometimes far less) than the hospital or provider's "asking price". From my viewpoint, with a small $460 deductible and $2,300 out-of-pocket maximum, I've got great coverage.

But here's the downside to the ACA, or Obamacare. My neighbor, who does not have an employer-provided plan, has a deductible that is $7,000 or higher. In other words, for all but the most critical of cases, she has NO health insurance. She has what used to be called "major medical" - catastrophic coverage. She has no coverage for routine visits. Should she require a trip to the doctor, it's all on her. Urgent care? Still all on her. ER? Most likely, still all on her. And she cannot fund the $7,000 deductible. So what is she paying for? Only the possibility of requiring an extended stay in a hospital, or surgery, or serious illness. And a serious illness would mean time off of work - without pay.

So here are the Republicans and Democrats, fighting over a seriously-deficient healthcare system, one group wanting to kill the current program, one group trying no keep it in place, but neither looking at the actual problems in the system and trying to come up with a solution. They're protecting their own turf, so to speak, not really doing what they were sent to Washington to do - work together and make laws that will help this country deal with its problems.

And I'm not hopeful that things will change in the near term, for they'll keep fighting with each other.

As I'm in a pensive mood today, perhaps because of the passing of June Foray, voice actress without peer, who vocalized Rocky the Flying Squirrel, Natasha Fatale, Witch Hazel and so many other characters, I thought I would reflect back on those things which influenced me, growing up, as I did, in the suburbs of Chicago. Here, in no specific order, are many of them:

• My mom, my dad and my sister Janet
• Saturday morning cartoons, including Bugs Bunny, the Roadrunner and Wile E Coyote, Wacky Racers, Top Cat, even Archie and Scooby Doo
• Rocky and Bullwinkle (when I watched, they were on Sunday morning on WGN)
• Al Jolson albums - my mother loved him!
• Marvel comic books
• Pinochle after Sunday morning breakfast
• Aunt Udine and Uncle Freddy visiting for the holidays
• Driving home from Udine and Freddy's home in Chicago, especially late at night
• Penny-ante poker
• Ray Rayner and Friends, Bozo's Circus, Garfield Goose
• Science Fiction books, especially Tom Swift, the Foundation series (Isaac Asimov), Robert Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke
• Johnny Quest
• Swimming lessons at Meadows pool
• The Chicago Cubs on WGN television
• The Beatles
• "The old bomb" - either my dad's '58 or '67 Oldsmobile
• Vacations in Kansas, at the farm, and the long drives to California every few years
• St Raymond's grade school
• Roller skates that clamped on to your shoes, requiring the use of a key
• My cousins
• Playing in the basement
• My Schwinn bicycle
• Mad magazine
• The Dick Van Dyke show, Perry Mason and The Twilight Zone
• Peanuts, with Good Ol' Charlie Brown
• Playing "army" with the kids in the neighborhood
• Kick the Can
• Ghost in the Graveyard
• The Good Humor man
• The neighbors - the Weatherbys, the Millers, the Gachs, the Szarbans, the Linkmans, the Beckmans, the Gullicksons . . . so many good people
• The Mount Prospect Midget Football Assocation - The MPMFA
• My 1967 Oldsmobile Cutlass 
• Larry, Randy, John, Tom, Bob, Mike and Henry
• Our "freak bench" in Randhurst Mall
• McDonald's french fries, 45-cent hot dogs at Peeps, Luke's, Jake's Pizza, Sammy Skobel's Hot Dogs Plus
• Working at the A&P
• Playing hockey, football and softball at Fairview School
• Deutsch Klassen mit Fräulein Hudson und Herr Swick

And I'm just getting started . . .


Today's music comes in from Bette Midler, from her album Bette Midler Sings the Rosemary Clooney Songbook, in a duet with Linda Ronstadt (here). The song, Sisters, comes from the movie White Christmas. In it, Rosemary Clooney and Vera Ellen are the sisters, and Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye are the suitors. In truth, Rosemary Clooney sings both parts. You can see that clip here.

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link
Back In You Own Back Yard, Al Jolson - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman, from the movie Here Comes the Groom  - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
Sisters, Bette Midler and Linda Ronstadt - Link
Sisters, from White Christmas - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 18

This is my blog for day 18 of cancer treatment, Thursday, 27 Jul 2017.

Slept well, and was able to lay on my side without the feeding tube giving me too much discomfort. My radiation appointment is at 2:15 PM, today, as usual. It's treatment 14 of 35 (as I only get radiation M-F, not on the weekends). Will meet with the nurse and dietitian this afternoon after the treatment.

The inside of my mouth is really sore, along the right side, in the back, where the tumor is. Not so bad on the left. It's not terrible pain, but when I swallow it does "let me know it's there". Best way I know how to describe it. Dr Mohideen had suggested that I "puff my cheeks out" during radiation to keep "stray electrons" from burning the inside of my cheek, and I think it's actually working. That, and the Gelclair I use to soothe those tissues.

Came home from the radiation treatment with food to do tube feedings. Might have to get started with it as my throat is giving me a lot of trouble when I do eat. Had scrambled eggs twice today - those, at least, I can eat. But that's not going to keep up the calorie count I need to maintain my weight. Bummer.

Today's music comes in two parts: the record of, and the movie clip of Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman singing In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening. The version on record is here. The video clip from the movie Here Comes the Groom is here. Music is by Hoagy Carmichael, lyrics are by Johnny Mercer. It's a classic, that it is!

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link
Back In You Own Back Yard, Al Jolson - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman - Link
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening, Bing Crosby and Jane Wyman, from the movie Here Comes the Groom  - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 17

This is my blog for day 17 of cancer treatment, Wednesday, 26 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, after falling asleep in a chair. My radiation appointment is at 2:15 PM, today.

Boy, as soon as Sally knows you're awake she wants to get up and get fed. One thing about these Pugs, they love their food!

Used the Gelclair again last night. It really does seem to soothe my mouth. And the prescription was approved, I found out. Now all me need to do is to arrange payment and delivery, as it has to come from a specialty pharmacy.

To be honest, I'm beginning to feel pretty sore from the radiation. The inside of my lip was absolutely on fire last night when I brushed my teeth. Am going to change toothpaste, from mint to something else, as I believe the mint flavor in the Dental Care I use is the culprit. But we don't have any "regular" toothpaste at home, so will have to wait and see.

I used (or tried to) a little "Sweet Baby Ray's" barbecue sauce this past Sunday. SBR's is not a "hot" barbecue sauce, in any way shape or form, but I could not eat it, for the same reason. Yet I had a tamale from Portillo's yesterday, and I could eat that without issue. So I'd suggest that it's a selective issue, at least at this time.

Nancy bought me some Crest today, with just a hint of mint, as far as I can tell, and it has done far better with regard to further irritating the inflamed tissues in my mouth. Thank you, Nancy!

Today's YouTube song goes back a long, long time, to a singer named Al Jolson, known as "The World's Greatest Entertainer" back in his day. As I remember the story, he would perform in a Broadway show, then go to a neighboring establishment and continue singing for another two hours, to all who were there, because he loved to sing!

This one is a sentimental song called Back In Your Own Backyard (here). Jolson's version was first recorded in March of 1928. Today's choice was inspired by the following cartoon, with its quotation from L. Frank Baum, the author of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, originally published in 1900.

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link
Back In You Own Back Yard, Al Jolson - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 16

This is my blog for day 16 of cancer treatment, Tuesday, 25 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, and didn't get up until 6:00 AM. My radiation appointment is at 2:15 PM, as usual, and we've made an appointment to take Sally in for a follow-up at 11:00 AM.

Sally had teeth problems. She had four teeth pulled, and an infection which had caused her to bleed from the tongue and gums. Seemingly, she was better, but when we started giving her dry food again - even mixed in with soft food - she started bleeding once more. So I guess the "fix" will be wet food from now on. Hopefully, all will be well with her teeth and tongue.

Sally ended up staying at the vet so they could get a close look at the back of her mouth. We'll go back and get her later today. (Update: Sally has busted some stitches underneath her tongue and needs to have them re-sutured.) 

Used the Gelclair again this morning. It really does seem to soothe my mouth. Now all I need is to get the prescription approved.

Am watching Doctor Who this morning, with David Tennant as The Doctor, and Katherine Tate as companion Donna Noble, in an episode titled The Fires of Pompeii. I have to say, I really, really like this program. Science Fiction is my favorite genre to read, having started with Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke back as far as grade school. It might be said that those are the classics, but I also read Jules Verne - Around the World in 80 Days, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Journey to the Center of the Earth - and Mary Shelley - Frankenstein - and while I must admit that I remember much more of the movies (Family Classics on WGN, anyone?), it was still science fiction. (Remember the scene in the movie Mysterious Island where the giant crab battles with the humans, then falls into a steam vent [or something like it], is cooked and then eaten by the humans who were fighting it?)

Am looking into refinancing. We can clip seven years off our mortgage (going to a 15-year fixed) and only increase what we're currently paying by $55 (as we're paying $100 extra in principal each month). Have spoken to a couple lenders through LendingTree, and have requested quotes through CostCo. Let me tell you, after the first two, CostCo is looking pretty good. Much, much lower fees, at least on the surface. Quicken Loans didn't even send me a breakdown of the closing costs - am I supposed to agree to taking a loan from them while blindfolded? We'll see where this goes . . .

I'll tell you where it goes (now at the start of the evening): lots of phone calls from lenders, all trying to get to me first. I'm deflecting the calls, and am calling them back one at a time - on my schedule.

Had two doctor visits today: radiation therapy and oncologist. The former for a treatment, the latter for a follow-up visit. And with the latter came a blood test, and all is good. Even my blood pressure, which is often elevated when I visit the doctor. Today: 126/80. Last visit it was even lower in the normal range. At radiation today, I firsts practiced the "puff out your cheeks" maneuver Dr. Mohideen told me about. It's supposed to help keep "stray electrons" from frying the inside of my cheek (which is getting fairly sore). I laid on the table in the radiation room, mask over my head, and puffed my cheeks out, breathing only through my nose for the full treatment (less than 15 minutes, perhaps ten). I really do think it helped!

I seem to be wordy today. Is that true?


From YouTube, today: I Love Being Here With You, as done by Diana Krall, featuring Anthony Wilson (guitar), Jeff Hamilton (drums) and John Clayton (bass), here.  Enjoy!


For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
I Love Being Here With You, Diana Krall - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 15

This is my blog for day 15 of cancer treatment, Monday, 24 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night. It's off to the hospital this morning for Nancy's treatment, though, and my radiation appointment at 2:15 PM.

The day at the hospital was unremarkable, except for the visit with Dr. Mohideen after my "zap". I have some loose electrons bouncing off my fillings and into my cheek. The solution - puff out your cheeks during treatment! Going to give that a try tomorrow and see if that helps at all. Have already practiced breathing through my nose while holding my breath, with cheeks puffed. I can do it while walking, so why not while I'm laying on back? No reason, I wouldn't think.

Nancy's blood pressure was low during much of her treatment today, so we had to wake her frequently to have something to drink. Once we got home, she went to the couch, then to sleep, and didn't wake until 11:00 PM. She got up, went to the bathroom, laid back down on the couch and didn't come to be until 2:00 AM. I had fallen asleep in a chair, but woke up to watch Perry Mason. I finished the show and got to bed by midnight. Exciting days, eh?

Starting using a medication called Gelclair to help the mucous membranes inside my mouth, which are beginning to get sore in a couple of places. Seemed to help soothe them, so that's good!

Otherwise, nothing much else to report. Hope all of you are doing well!

And from YouTube, today: Limbo Jazz, featuring Coleman Hawkins and the Duke (Ellington). Here.  Enjoy!


For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Limbo Jazz, Coleman Hawkins and Duke Ellington - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 14

This is my blog for day 14 of cancer treatment, Sunday, 23 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night. Have been a little more tired lately, falling asleep in the morning and the afternoon for little cat naps. I guess my body will tell me if it needs rest, and I guess it does.

Watched the amazing Jordan Spieth win the British Open today. Personally, I thought he might be done after going bogey-bogey-bogey the first three holes, then struggling after that. But after making a great save for bogey on 13, he went birdie-eagle-birdie-birdie on holes 14-17 to get back to -11, and the championship was his. And he's not even 24 years old yet!

Weighed in at 262.2 this morning, Up from my low of 257, I think, though I'm not sure I recorded it. I know that I was 264.1 when I started, so i have been able to put on weight.

The water situation is stable. Pumps are running, though running a lot, but the basement is dry, so far. We did have thunderstorms roll through this afternoon, but they didn't actually come with much rain. And it's not supposed to rain again until Thursday, so the water levels should begin to really go down.

Nancy's sister Linda, cousin Leroy, his wife Jeri and her mom Sonja came over for dinner this afternoon. As usual, there was enough laughter to go around. Stories were swapped. Tales were told. Jokes were made. Leroy and Jeri left at about 8:00 PM, perfect on a night when I don't have to go to work tomorrow. First day of short-term disability!

Got a chance to read the Sunday Tribune today for the first time in a number of weeks (though I have the back-issues). I think I'll try to work through the crossword puzzle tomorrow morning.

Cubs are on right now, leading 5-3 through the seventh inning. They have three games in hand versus division-leading Milwaukee, and are just a half-game back. I'm betting they make the playoffs this year, but don't go too deep. We'll see what happens a little later in the year to know for sure.

So it was a kinda lazy day today . . . I don't have much more to say!

And from YouTube, today: the late George Duke, with a medley of Frank Zappa tunes (here). Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? Enjoy!


For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link
Zappa Medly, George Duke - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 13

This is my blog for day 13 of cancer treatment, Saturday, 22 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, though I went to bed early and woke at 2:30 AM to a tremendous bang of thunder. It has been raining, raining, raining - all night. I went down to the basement, and, while all the pumps are running, we're getting some seepage in the new basement space. I think I'll be moving bins and boxes out of there today into the family room in the old basement, where I know we've never gotten water. Might have to ask for help - you available? 😉

By the way, that;s one of the things I have lined up to do - go through the bins and boxes and determine what to keep and what to discard. It's a big job, but I've got the time.

And the Open Championship is on! Six o'clock AM on the dot. (Yes, I get up early.)

Now, under the heading "Adventures in Home Ownership" . . .

After reviewing the pump situation, I decided that a new pump was needed in the new basement space. The 1/3 HP, though almost new, pump in the pit wasn't necessarily keeping up with the water. It was running every 5 seconds. So off to Home Depot I went in search of a pump, a length of tubing and a coupling. And they still had pumps! I was almost positive that they would be out. So I grabbed a 1/2 HP pump, the pipe and the coupling and headed home.

When I got back I went downstairs and measured the distance from the bottom of the pit to the coupling: 34 1/2 inches. Oh, and there was a really big frog in the pit! I have no idea why there would be a frog in the pit, but we're connected to the river somehow, so . . . whatever. I went to the garage, glued the coupling to the pipe, then mounted it in the pump and marked it at 34 1/2. But I'm of the "measure twice, cut once" school, so went back downstairs to double-check. Good thing. I measured twice to be sure: 37 5/8". MEASURE TWICE, CUT ONCE.

With the pump assembled, I went back downstairs, pump in hand, waited for the pump to stop, unplugged it, opened the pit, disconnected the flexible joint, pulled out the old pump, dropped in the new one, connected the flexible joint and plugged it in. Voila! Old pump switched out for new without any water coming up in the basement! Plus, I have a ready replacement just sitting there, waiting to be put back into use at a moment's notice.

Several interesting things about the Home Depot trip and recent rains: the pond on Hale Lane is more full that I have ever seen it, ready to flow out to Hale Lane itself; the river has spilled through the townhouse subdivision and has spilled out on Hale Lane, further south of the pond; the parking lot at Home Depot is also flooded, with multiple inches of water covering almost 60% of the lot; I passed a 20-acre parcel of land on Smith Road, marked for sale but now completely flooded. The last item is a warning to all potential buyers: look at what you want to buy in the worst possible light, and, if it still looks good, go ahead. Make sense?

Watched the Open Championship for a while today. Jordan Spieth has really got it going! And 24 year old; wow. Just wow.

Spent a bit of the afternoon outside, reading the second half of Killing Lincoln. Sad that a great man had to die like that. But another good read by O'Reilly and Dugard. All I've got left is the section from Harper's Weekly, 29 Apr 1865. I started it, but have a lot more to read. So I'll probably start over. The style is certainly different than almost anything we read today.

And from YouTube, today: The Beatles, with And I Love Her (here), one of the songs I re-wrote for The Beatles Service at church. Enjoy!

And, from the Beatles Service, here are the rewritten lyrics to that song, called And I Love You.

And I Love You

My children, that you are
So I name you
And I am from afar
A father true
I love you

For you I sent my son
At such a cost
He paid your price in full
Upon the cross
And I love you

My love for you
Will never die
Ever will I
Hold you near me

I made the stars that shine
I made the sky
The rainbow shows my love
Will never die
And I love you

I made the stars that shine
I made the sky
The rainbow shows my love
Will never die
And I love you

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link
And I Love Her - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 12

This is my blog for day 12 of cancer treatment, Friday, 21 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, and woke to a barking puppy and soaking wet grass. We're supposed to get more rain, it seems, something we absolutely don't need. The water around my sister's house went down, came back up and now is down about four inches. They're still surrounded, but have little-to-no visible damage. In fact, she told me they still have their A/C running because Bill lifted the unit far off the ground a number of years ago, and the neighbors never have.

This is my last day of work, but not for retirement. I'm going on short-term disability (STD, though not to be confused with "sexually-transmitted disease", please) starting Monday. I have a few projects to do - like organizing our pictures, and other sit-down type activities; I'm looking forward to doing them.

Only doctor visit today is radiation. One of these times I'm going to actually fall asleep during treatment - all you do is come in and lie down on the machine's table, then get strapped in. Normally, I pray during treatment, especially for those who have far more serious diseases than I. Things long-term and life-ending. Mine is neither (or should be).

This weekend is the Open Championship, aka The British Open. I always like watching the majors, if just to see who takes charge and gets the job done. But the shot-making is often phenomenal as well. These professional golfers play a game I am not familiar with. What I find interesting about the television coverage is when some poor guy, who had been at the top of the leader board, is imploding - making horrible shots, decisions, et al - and the coverage simply never shows him through the end of the round. He is simply allowed to slide into oblivion, anonymously. Kinda nice, actually.

We're getting torrential rainstorms again. This is not good. I am positive that one of my sump pumps is going to fail - it's just a matter of which, when, then it's on to a major clean-up again. waiting, waiting, waiting . . .

Got a good one again today, off YouTube: Dean Martin singing a really nice version of On The Street Where You Live (here). Enjoy!


For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
On The Street Where You Live, Dean Martin - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 11

This is my blog for day 11 of cancer treatment, Thursday, 20 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, even through the rainstorms. Too bad about the rain, especially for those waiting for the river to go down!

I have a question for everyone: is there anything that tastes better than a nice, cold glass of milk? Had one first thing this morning, and it was goooooood!

Have to work again today, but am still scheduled to be on short-term disability starting Monday. I'm not sure if I'll like that, or not. May still get on to work once in a while to stretch out the C# skills, but, ya know, ya never know. I do have a lot of books to read! (I just don't want to come back to thousands of unread e-Mail messages.)

So far so good today re: calorie count. Just at 800 for the morning. Now to try to get to 2200-2400 by the end of the day. It could be tough. Just sayin'.

Hey - got weighed at the hospital today. They say I gained a pound after losing ten the first week. Whaddya know? I know how to put on weight! Woo hoo!

Had spaghetti for dinner tonight. In what might be a "taste of things to come," so to speak, the sauce tasted "funny". Not like it should have. And that is a potential side-effect of the radiation treatments. While I haven't really noticed this in other foods (the milk this morning was especially good, as I noted earlier), it's a sign of things to come.

Nancy and I met our son Tim and his wife Kate at the Culver's in Crystal Lake for a birthday dessert. We all had sundaes, each different, and all were completely and thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks, guys!

And it's the 48th anniversary of the landing on the moon (20 Jul 1969). I was in Gerber, California at my grandma's house, watching on a small, rabbit-eared black-and-white set, enamored with what was happening. The Space Race was a really big deal to all of us of a certain age. I would have been in 8th grade at the time, at St Raymond's school. We considered the astronauts heroes, and I don't think there's a better word to describe them. They flew in machines that consisted of millions of parts (built by the lowest bidder, as was pointed out in one movie or another), using technologies that were new, lifted, as it were, through and into the heavens on massive chemical engines that required so much of their mass to be consumed that the remaining vehicle was a fraction of its original weight of 6,540,000 pounds (yes, that's over 6 million pounds!). The Saturn V was launched thirteen times - it never failed. It is still, "the tallest, heaviest, and most powerful (highest total impulse) rocket ever brought to operational status, and holds records for the heaviest payload launched and largest payload capacity to low Earth orbit." See Wikipedia, here.

In short, the men and women of NASA, the technologies, the missions, the vision; still, all never fail to amaze me!

For today's YouTube selection, we're going back to one of the good old good ones - Standing at the Crossroads by Elmore James (here) and Crossroad Blues by Eric Clapton and Cream (here). Same song, of course, originally by Robert Johnson (here). The influence of Johnson and James on Eric Clapton is well known, and I thought they deserved some recognition, too, as Clapton does.


For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Cross Road Blues, Robert Johnson Link
Crossroads, Eric Clapton and Cream Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Standing at the Crossroads, Elmore James - Link 
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 10

This is my blog for day 10 of cancer treatment, Wednesday, 19 Jul 2017.

First things first: it's my birthday! Sixty-one years old as of today. I received all kinds of Happy Birthday greetings, mostly by Facebook, but also by mail, phone and text message. Nancy's mom even stopped over at the house.

Today's medical included a regular old doctor visit, with blood work for cholesterol and sugar, as well as the radiation treatment. Have to say, my throat is beginning to get sore. I understand that it will get so bad that I won't want to take anything by mouth (something I'm not going to like, I'm sure). But I'm now approaching the end of the second week of treatment, 2/7 done (quick math: just under 30% complete), and I still feel pretty good.

Didn't do anything really special for my birthday, coming, as it did, during the middle of the week. But we stopped at Culver's for a short shake (vanilla for me, chocolate for Nancy), and had one of my favorite dinners: egg sandwiches! Egg, Krakus ham, cheddar jack cheese, grilled on the stove top. Not what some might call a "nice" birthday dinner, but as tasty as anything you'll ever eat. Of course, Nancy made brownies, too.

Today's YouTube link is to a really, really, cool version of Sweet Georgia Brown (here), featuring Wynton Marsalis, Mark O'Connor and more! Dare ya to keep from dancing!

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
Sweet Georgia Brown, Wynton Marsalis/Mark O'Connor - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 9

This is my blog for day 9 of cancer treatment, Tuesday, 18 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night, but I am not hungry at all. Yet I have to get in about 800 calories this morning. Rats. Okay, at least a little. Had cereal, milk and a slice of banana bread mid-morning. Think I'll lean on the meat at lunchtime - Reuben sandwich anyone?

For today's YouTube segment, here, I thought I'd add a little Groucho . . . Julius Henry "Groucho" Marx, that is. Noted in Wikipedia as an "American writer, comedian, stage, film and television star. He was known as a master of quick wit and is widely considered one of the best comedians of the modern era. His rapid-fire, often impromptu delivery of innuendo-laden patter earned him many admirers and imitators." This clip is damned funny, but definitely is not "politically correct". Note that his "three on a midget" remark comes from the bad luck of lighting three cigarettes on the same match (see here). With most of us no longer deciding to smoke, I'd say this has pretty well gone out of common knowledge and common usage. Or is it simply that I am now a product of older times?

Have to add one more, as well: John Philip Sousa's Stars And Stripes Forever, here, as performed by the United States Marine Band, the band he once led. Ran across this today, and I just could not pass up posting it for you. One of the finest bands, playing one of the finest songs!

Food came in at just over 2400 calories today, making me "good" for the day. It may have helped that we had Nancy's Pizza tonight . . . and it, too, was good! Excellent, in fact! (For those of you who don't know Nancy's Pizza, it's a Chicago-area franchise. It's not my wife Nancy's pizza.)

Went to a radiation treatment and a visit with the oncologist. Both went well. My blood work seems to have come back in the proper ranges, except for platelets, which are slightly below where they should be (142 in a range of from 150-450). They'll probably adjust the amount of chemo I get if my hearing continues to wane. But it (the hearing) also may come back next week. Only time will tell.

Funny thing - when I go for my next chemo treatment (Tue, 1 Aug 2017) it will be after my 17th radiation treatment - I'll be halfway done! I really don't want my days to fly by, I want to live them all, fully, but 1 Aug will be a red-letter day (though I realize the most difficult days may follow).

And here, at the end of the night, you get a poem, too! It's my Song Of An Aging Poet . . . written what is now a long, long time ago.

The Song Of An Aging Poet

The aging poet sadly sat there at this, his
Make-shift desk-table in the dining room
Centered in his comfortable suburban house
In an atmosphere of despair and gloom.

He despaired of writing, and writing this, his
First return to verse in too many years
Fearing the result of his work may lead him
To discover hidden feelings; feel, perhaps, tears.

Emotion, both friend and fiend, was hidden
Down inside, somewhere below his soul
Waiting to be freed from it’s weighty chains
To return in triumph and make him whole.

“Fool”, said he to he himself, the world
You view, a world of fact, you observe
Is missing many important things, but
Can you say that? Do you have the nerve?

Do you dare to dig up special events from
Your long childhood? Do you even dare
Write about things that, to you, are important?
Do you think any other stranger will care?

Gloom rejoiced as he sat with the blank
Page and pencil, simple tools of his art
Staring back at him, lining his tired eyes
Teasing him, daring him that he start.

Rhyme, oh hell, rhyme would you, you . . .
Just continue to taunt, insult and tease!
Wouldn’t it be a lot easier on us all to
Be Carl Sandburg and rhyme when we please?

But wait just a minute; hold that thought
Look what I’ve got written on the page!
Can it be that I’ve actually accomplished
The first one? Passed the first stage?

“Well, for the love of Mike”, he said.
“Look! It can be done! I’m through!”
The second, the third, the ninth, to follow
The Seventeenth, Two-Hundred Seventh, too!

Maybe I’ll write a ton and paste them
Together in a fancy-covered book
Fly from town-to-town for readings
With people just dying for a look!


I don’t think so. . . .

© 2000 Mark R. Dopita

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Groucho Movie Clips - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
Starts and Stripes Forever, United States Marine Band - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 8

This is my blog for day 8 of cancer treatment, Monday, 17 Jul 2017.

Slept well last night.

While the river is still rising, there was no rain. We're pretty much out of the flood zone, but my sister Jan is right in the middle of it, on the Fox river north of McHenry. Have to call her today and see how it's going. Flooded - that's how it's going. Bill is in a kayak, paddling around their house. Ouch!

Am wondering if I should post a statistic like, "1/7 done!" or "5 of 35 radiation treatments completed" or "14% done!". Still sounds daunting, at least from this side of 50%. Perhaps I'll wait until the 50% mark is reached . . .

Am not nearly as bushed today as I was just after chemo. Not that I feel like running, marathon or other. But my appetite is good, and my attitude is, as well.

And I'm working! This is my last week at Hollister, until I return after a recovery period. I participated in some testing today, with an external vendor, and was able to make a contribution. This, too, makes me feel good.

Tim took me to treatment yesterday, after driving Nancy to her treatment earlier in the morning. My weight decreased by just over 6 pounds - guess that's what happens when you eat, but you're not really hungry. So I was told to make sure that I got 2200-2400 calories each day. I looked up "calories needed to maintain weight" on Google and found that one needs 2361 calories to maintain your weight. How to get these calories is the question.

We had a really nice dinner Sunday night - turkey, corn, mashed potatoes, gravy - so I weighted out 4 oz of turkey, 4 oz of corn and 4 oz of potatoes, topped it off with gravy, a little butter on the corn, and warmed it in the microwave. Then I calculated the calories. Turkey - 101 calories. Corn - 110 calories (what?). Potatoes - 400+ calories (that's better). Glass of milk - 190 calories. Full total was 873 calories. But then I had to eat it all. And that was the tough part.

Those of you who know me well know that I love to eat. But in the last few weeks I haven't been eating as much as usual. So putting down that turkey dinner was difficult, and left me feeling terrible. (Note: Even before posting this on Tuesday morning I still feel kinda full!) So I guess I'm going to have to move to more high-calorie, high-fat foods. It was suggested that I might want to have ice cream every day . . . suggest away. That I might be able to do!

To finish the day, here's another YouTube video. It's a song titled Because We've Ended As Lovers, made famous by Jeff Beck (from the Blow by Blow album), done here by Larry Carlton (Steely Dan session musician) and Steve Lukather (Toto).

For convenience sake, here a running list of all of the links I've posted to YouTube in the past few days:

According to Plan, Carolyn Arends - Link

Because We've Ended As Lovers, Larry Carlton & Steve Lukather - Link
Lookin' At The World Through A Windshield, Bill Kirchen - Link

My Funny Valentine, Kristin Chenoweth - Link

My Funny Valentine, Miles Davis - Link
Route 66, Asleep at The Wheel - Link
Shim, Sham, Shimmy (dance) to Tain't What You Do, Jimmy Lunceford - Link
St Louis Blues, Stephanie Trick & Paolo Alderighi - Link
That's Jazz, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong & The All Stars - Link
Time to Blow, From That Thing You Do - Link

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 7

This is my blog for day 7 of cancer treatment, Sunday, 16 Jul 2017.

I slept better than any day of the last few last night. Things are looking good as we start the day! Now just have to move around a little bit more than the past few days, when I've been really, really rooted in a chair.

Took a couple of walks today. Down to Newport, back past the house to Hale, then home. About .6 miles. I think if I can do this three times each day it will be helpful. I'm not going for 10,000 steps. but at least it's something. Thing about the walk is that I am really tired when I return home. Had no idea that chemo would drain me so badly, so quickly.

Am thinking about getting myself on a schedule. Have to think about it a little, but I think it would be best to do so. Guessing the weeks will go by better if I do.

For tonight's YouTube video, here are Stephanie Trick and Paolo Alderighi playing The St. Louis Blues. Well worth a listen, and really fun to watch, here, on YouTube.

But wait, there's more! Yes, dear reader, a poem. Not one of mine, but a very good one! I found it today, rummaging around in the attic which is my computer's hard drive, tucked away for just such a moment as this. Too bad I did not find this to give to my three, now-married, grown children on the day of their nuptials. Never too late, naturally, perhaps Andy will get his copy "on time" when he takes the plunge. The title, Epithalamium, means  a song or poem in honor of a bride and bridegroom.

Epithalamium

That man who was married in the same black suit
he was laid out in, years later, and buried,
his widow's tears—they might all make sense to you,
now that the two of you are to be married.

You've seen old photos of the two of them
taken seven decades back or more.
They showed up smiling and said, of course
we will, for better or worse, and then

they raised their glasses, cut the cake and kissed
and tossed the bride's bouquet and garter out
and thanked their parents and assembled guests,
then danced until the candles were blown out,

then danced some more; they were that enamored.
And who could blame them, so nearly perfect
in their flesh and finery and desires;
in all ways poised and blessed and elect

as you are now, and may you always be:
each of you eager to please the other
to let the selfish minute pass, to see
yourselves perfected always in each other.

That old man, when he was young, he brought his bride
home to the house he had readied for her,
and swept her up and carried her inside
as was the custom then, and then together

they helped each other out of their new clothes:
his gabardines, her lace and satin gown,
his tie, her veil, his buttons and her bows
then stood there looking at themselves, alone.

Before they fell into their embracing,
because they thought they'd need them in the end,
they tucked their garments carefully away
in cedar boxes underneath the bed.

And when the going got a little rough
when patience frayed or tempers flared, when love
seemed to have left them only filled with loss
as in all lifelong marriages it must,

when forgiveness and forgetting seemed
impossible, they'd kneel beside their bed
and bury their faces in those wedding things—
her tears, his curses, her fears, his pride and dread,

all dried and muffled in that day's old raiments
which smelled of their sweet youth and promises.
And though they never settled everything,
they did their best to do the next best thing.

"Epithalamium" by Thomas Lynch, from Walking Papers: Poems 1999-2009.
© W.W. Norton and Co., 2010.

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 6

This is my blog for day 6 of cancer treatment, Saturday, 15 Jul 2017.

I slept well last night, without getting up more than two times to shed the remainder of the water and IV fluids I received.

One of the side-effects of the chemotherapy drug I'm receiving is hearing loss, temporary or permanent, in the higher sound ranges. I think I'm beginning to have that. Things sound a little muddy . . . at least different than they should. We'll see, I guess.

Another side-effect is a general tiredness. I suppose I should expect it with the chemo, but it seems pretty bad to me, right now.

One good side-effect of being "lazy" - Nancy and I watched the movie "Loving" earlier today. This film is about an interracial married couple who were arrested in Virginia for breaking a law: seems that you could not marry outside your race back in the early 60's due to that state's anti-miscegenation statute (here's a link to the Wikipedia page on the subject). They had not married in Virginia, but had gone to Washington, DC. Still, they could not reside together as man and wife. I won't give away the rest of the story. 

With the way people live together outside of marriage, with same-sex marriage, and all of the associated nonsense the world is throwing at us nowadays, the "Loving" story seemed almost quaint. Best part of the film, though - where Mr. Loving, bring a bricklayer by trade, builds his family a home. In real life, the poor man was killed by a drunk driver at forty-two. Should have been a far better ending for someone of his type. His simple argument to his attorney: "tell the [Supreme] Court I love my wife, and it is just unfair that I can't live with her in Virginia." 

To end the day, another in a series of Mark's Favorite YouTube songs, albeit without much of a video: Looking At The World Through A Windshield as done by the one and only Bill Kirchen (here).

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 5

This is my blog for day 5 of cancer treatment, Friday, 14 Jul 2017.

Was up a lot last night, going to the bathroom, shedding the extra IV fluid and water I drank on Tuesday. I was 10 pounds heavier after that! Have yet to weigh myself this morning, but I'm sure I'll be lighter, at least by a little.

Still a little tired, too. Kind of a general malaise over my entire body. My throat isn't in bad shape, though. The radiation treatments will take their toll in the coming few weeks. That's why I have the feeding tube - to get nourishment when I can no longer put anything down my throat.

I had a follow-up with the surgeon at noon today and another radiation treatment at 2:15 PM. Thus, the first week of treatment is over. six weeks to go!

Last night I finished the book Killing Jesus by Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard. Tim gave me two of the O'Reilly books for entertainment during my treatment and recovery. It was an interesting read, I'll tell you that. But the complete and utter cruelty shown by the people of that time is insane! The number of people killed at various times, and the method of their execution and death is totally ridiculous. It makes what ISIS does look tame in comparison. But it makes me feel glad that we have moved on from such into what I would consider to be far more gentle times. I'll take jail over a scourging any day (not that I'm going to jail any time soon).

Went to bed early, so don't really have much else to say. But here's today's YouTube video (here): it;s the Shim Sham Shimmy, danced to Jimmie Lunceford's Tain't What You Do (It's The Way That You Do It). Enjoy!

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 4

This is my blog for day four of cancer treatment, with another radiation treatment in the afternoon.

I'd like to start out by thanking all of you who have written or called, and are ready to provide me whatever support I need. I really appreciate it!

In general terms, I feel pretty good today, but Sally had to wake me up at 5:45 AM, first for a tummy rub and then to let her out and feed her. And then she went back to sleep, of course, while I logged in to work and got started on my day.

A few of days ago I posted the lyric to According to Plan by Carolyn Arends. I just saw a Facebook post in which she has asked for prayers for her mom, who suffered a heart attack and has severe complications. Please add her to your prayer list; her name is Joy Jonat.

I had some success today, working on a program to archive data, but it took a long time for the jobs to finish, so it felt like I didn't do too much.

After radiation, I spoke with the nurse and dietitian at the hospital, about a number of things. Tomorrow I have a follow-up with the surgeon who put in my port and feeding tube.

Had kind of a general tiredness all afternoon. Guess that might be the effect of the chemotherapy. They said it would take 2-3 days for things to catch up with me.

Thought I'd leave you today with a clip from High Society, featuring Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong and The All Stars - That's Jazz. Watch it here.

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 3

This is my blog for day three of cancer treatment. Yesterday I got my first infusion of chemotherapy. Today will bring a dose of fluids and another radiation treatment.

I have to admit that I don't feel really good today. Have a bit of a headache, am sluggish and tired. I did sleep well last night, at least. Just to be certain, I'm taking an anti-nausea pill. Whether it's the coffee or the chemo, I don't know. But I have the pills. so I'm taking one. and it's worked!

One thing I'd like to comment on is the taste of my dinner last night. Sweet Baby Ray's barbecue sauce over pulled pork (pork shoulder slow-cooked in the crockpot), potato salad, bean salad and applesauce. Mott's applesauce. Not the natural, not the cinnamon. Just good old applesauce - tasty! SBR's sauce is good, too, and with the flavor of slow-cooked pork, well, it's hard to beat. The potato salad was from CostCo, was quite mayonnaise-y, if there is such a word. (Perhaps I should write something like, "The flavor of the potato salad was distinctly that of mayonnaise. So much mayonnaise that one had to wonder if there was potato in the potato salad.") And the bean salad, four beans. onions and that zing of vinegar!

Now, I write all of the above because I may lose my taste buds. and if I do, even if for a while, I want to remember what good food tastes like. People who have been through this say that everything will taste like metal. And some of the people in the support group have lost taste for years. some folks came back after a few months, though.

As I said, I'm back at the oncologist's office today, at noon, to get 1000 ml of IV fluid. Be here about an hour. Then it's on to a radiation treatment at 2:15 PM. Fewer people here than yesterday, but it did thin out a lot by mid-afternoon.

Weight this morning was 271.6! That's up almost five pounds! I guess that's what you get when you take in all that liquid. I had at least eight 16.9 oz bottles of water, two 1000 ml bags of IV fluid and another large bag with the chemo drug. Didn't get much in the way of walking in. Plus, I ate well. So I guess there's an explanation. They didn't seem phased by this at the radiation therapist, so I'm not going to worry.

So now radiation is done and I'm back home. I have 2 1/2 more hours to put in for work and that will call it a day. (I'm working through the first two weeks of radiation and chemo, then will be taking short-term disability.)

Bottom line: still feeling good, after a bit of a slow start this morning.

Wanted to post something fun again today. So I'll add a link to a poem I wrote about our dog Bo (here). One of my friends commented that she read it last night, and thought it was good. So have a read, if you wish.

And, of course, since I've been listening to a good bit of music, I have to leave you with a song, too! How about "Route 66", as done by Asleep At The Wheel. Enjoy if here!

A Rude Intrusion :: Day 2

This is my blog for day two of cancer treatment. One of my friends said I wrote a lot. He didn't say, "too much," though. And away we go!

I slept well, though the alarm woke me at 5:30 AM, perhaps just a little early. It played Time to Blow from the movie That Thing You Do, found here, on YouTube. One of my fav's, which I hope to learn to play some day. I needed to be at the hospital for a 7:45 AM radiation treatment, done early because this is the day for my first dose of chemotherapy. I found Nancy asleep on the couch, the television still on. Sally was at her feet, of course, because where Nancy is, Sally is.

Sally is s a little black pug, now getting gray in her coat and on her muzzle as she approaches her twelfth birthday. She is feisty, as all black pugs are rumored to be. But she is also lovable, and the best furry friend anyone could have. When we first got her, she attached herself to me. That was not expected. While I love animals, I'm not the person (at least in our house) that our pets cling to - that's Nancy. But Sally was my friend . . . and then I took a two-week business trip to Denmark. When I got home, Sally was no longer my pal. She avoided me for a couple of days, letting me know that she was not happy that I had gone away. Naturally, I had no choice, but I still did feel bad about the change in our relationship.

As I write this section I'm sitting at the doctor's office, with about twelve other people and their companions - spouses, children or friends. I'm getting an hour's worth of hydration prior to four hour's worth of Cisplatin, the chemotherapy drug my oncologist has prescribed for my use. Another hour of hydration will follow. I'm in a type of recliner; Nancy is sitting next to me on a padded chair. It's nowhere near as nice as the chair I get to sit in when I go with Nancy to Northwest Community Hospital for her IVIG infusion, but it will do. This room is a busy place, with nurses coming and going, taking care of their patients. There's a nice hum of conversation I like. And route 53 is just behind me, so there's the occasional zip of a sports car or roar of a motorcycle.

The hydration is almost done; it will be on to the actual chemotherapy drug soon . . . I guess I'll find out what that's like, and if it has any side-effects.

They did blood work here today - all good. My BP was really good, too - 122/76. Weight went up two pounds to 266.6, too, which is "OK" as some weight will probably come off soon because of treatment. Not that I've ever been worried about my weight, of course. I remember being 175 pounds in high school - a skinny kid. Then, after college, getting down to 210 for our wedding. And being under 250 when I left Kemper. But I also remember weighing in at 296, so 266 isn't looking bad. It kinda bugs me that I never saw 300, since I was so close. But what would that really have meant? It wouldn't have been 300 pounds of muscle - not by a long shot!

Is it possible that I might be able to keep my weight down to a more healthy level once this unwelcome intrusion is over? Perhaps. I may lose my taste buds for a while - the support group told me that everything would taste like metal, a side-effect of the chemotherapy drug. (Some folks lost their taste buds and never got them back - that is so sad!) If that's the case, I might not want to eat. But, somehow, I have the feeling that it's not the taste of things that drove my eating. It's simply the act of eating and feeling satisfied, feeling full.

Think about it - why do I eat oatmeal at work every day? Is it for the taste? I put a tablespoon or so of brown sugar in with a large serving. It's still gloppy (unless I make it at home, when it's much better), but it's supposed to have benefits for the heart, cholesterol and digestion. Why do I eat french fries? (Truth be told I prefer the mashed potatoes at Culver's, or at any sit-down restaurant. Garlic mashed anyone?) French fries have a taste that, I think, is designed to be covered up by the sweet Coca Cola you'll get with your "burger, fries, drink".

In any case, my doctors want to see me keep as much weight on as I can. And because this is a blog post about my cancer treatment, I better get back to things related to that topic, and away from food.

But, really, aren't there two things that could unite the whole world? Good music and good food. I think we can all come together over ribs and blues. Or corned beef, cabbage, boiled potatoes and Irish folk music (and just a wee bit'o'd Guinness!) Or kielbasa and a polka? A big pretzel, sauerbraten and a little oom-pah? Corn-dogs and country music at the fair? Coffee or tea, biscuits and a string quartet? I'm being flip, but if there ever were two things that could bring us together, they are music and food.

As an aside, I'd add good beer, but some cultures don't imbibe. No booze for you! And doesn't "imbibe" sound like an old fashioned word? It is, originating in Latin, but used in English starting in the 1400's (see Merriam-Webster, here). And I like the synonyms: "Does he imbibe?" "Yep. He's been known to have a belt, sit at the bar and belt one down, gulp it down, guzzle it, hoist a few, knock one back, pound down a PBR, quaff an ale with a few with friends, take a sip right from the bottle (or a nip!), slug it down, slurp it up, take a swig, drink that swill or toss one down. (And sometimes tossing down a few too many leads to one tossing . . . well, you get the idea.)

Alright, back to medicine. Or the act of being a patient. As part of my chemotherapy infusion I was given Lasix (that's C12H11CIN2O5S for you chemistry majors). Have to keep the kidneys clear, and the chemo drug can be bad for them. Lotsa water (five 500 ml bottles so far - that's over 80 ounces) and a full 1000 ml of IV solution before (and another for after) the Cisplatin. So I've had numerous trips to the bathroon today, and I'm sure that I'll have a lot more before I get to sleep. So if you ever have to go through this - be warned. (I was going to say, "You're going to wee, wee, wee all the way home!", but that would just be a bad joke. Although I'm sure I'm going to have to . . . )

These days are long . . . it's 4:30 now, six hours after we arrived, and I'm not done with the chemo, though it's close. Still have 1000 ml of IV fluid after that. On bottle of water number six, bathroom trip number, um, I lost count. Nancy is bored stiff, and has to sit on a not-very-comfortable chair. Sorry!

And now the last IV bag is being infused. So, time to think about what "little extra" to add to this post. I'm thinking about music, again. Here are some lyrics to a song I put in an as-yet-unfinished vignette (on-act play) I was hoping to do in church. The tune I use (My Funny Valentine) is from the Broadway musical Babes In Arms, music by Richard Rodgers, lyrics by Lorenz Hart, book by Rodgers and Hart. It is reportedly Miles Davis' favorite tune to improvise over. I believe that's what I've read. And here (YouTube) is an instrumental version from a 1964 concert that is considered one of Miles best performances.

Personally, I love the Kristin Chenoweth version, from her album Let Yourself Go. It's here, again on YouTube (wonderful YouTube). It's what I used as the model for my lyrics, which are titled, You Are A Child Of God. Should I get time, I'll record it myself using only the piano. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think . . . about this or anything else I'm posting. God Bless!

Here's the original scene: a young girl, Chrissy, has passed away and is walking with an angel named Angelo. They come upon another angel, Tzofiya ("she who watches"). She and Chrissy have a short conversation, and Chrissy asks what her job is. Tzofiya describes how she watches the people of Earth . . .

You Are A Child Of God

Intro

I often look out on the Earth
Observe the give-and-take
Humanity, humanity
The picture that you make!

Too often lost within the crowd,
Too often you have strayed
But each an individual,
And each uniquely made . . . yes

Verse

You are a child of God,
Each one a child of God
You old a place in His heart

He breathed life into you,
Yet in the womb you knew,
You are His perfect work of art

Chorus

Whether Gentile, Jew or Greek,
Whether strong in faith, or weak
If the Lord above, you seek for your part
Then this is what God would do
Perfect His love in you
Pray every single day, pray!
His spirit guides you each day

Break

Chorus

© 2010 Mark R. Dopita

P.S. I'm just about done . . . 5:45 PM!