Tuesday morning

Last night was a rough one. Fairly extreme bone pain in both arms as well as throbbing headache kept me tossing and turning all night. Of course this leads the mind to wander… in many directions. Is this the first sign of invasion to my bones ? Is  it causing my new albeit short term depression ?

In terms of speaking about this, I am writing this just as much for myself, since my memory is now being eroded by the hormone therapy. I need to document what I’m going through and not all are amusing anecdote’s. Yesterday’s treatment was an event however. I met two wonderful people that traveled from New Delhi India. Father and son. The father who’s prostate cancer has traveled to the lymph glands brought with him a leather bound diary. They were both so open and sharing. He wanted to read me has last entry. It spoke of his battle with despair and hopelessness and how he was overcoming it on a daily basis. In India the family is paramount, so when I asked his son where they were staying he said they had rented a large apartment on the outskirts of Brookline. Why such a large apartment I asked, “ Well of course for our entire family “. So it is in India. Incredibly sweet people. I am so glad we met them, for I’m finding a few people here that we have met, are done with treatment and leaving. I am just beginning  and a feeling of abandonment sets in. 

I guess I have one amusing story. Today’s treatment started at 9:15, and after a tough night  I  had no energy to request any music and left it to the two cute techs. As anyone who knows me , knows my musical tastes are open but that I am extremely opinionated and some music (  I’m being nice here even calling it music ) actually makes me sick . OK… I’m now laying in “ Red “, and as I start to be radiated, out of the speakers comes… ready ?  TOTO !!!!! That band ,singing “ Africa “ , put me in  PANIC  mode. I mean those guys should have been exiled to Siberia for such drivel and anyone that listens to them should have their rock n roll membership card revoked. I mean my God I can’t imagine for what purpose they even existed. So, what’s a poor boy to do under these dire circumstances ?  Well I figured if it’s effected me in such a violent manner why not channel this energy ?  This music is so bad I figured it’ll kill any cancer cells, or at least send them high tailing it from my body and the room for that matter. Then of course the dark thought came into mind, what if bands like that actually cause cancer ?  A question for Donald Trump perhaps ?

So my faithful friend and therapy dog Lenabean senses my dismay and cuddles up and says with her eyes, lets go for a walk and shake it all off.

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Toto eliminator Angus Young ; )