Once, Twice, Six Times Irradiated

It's Sunday morning.  Saturday was the last radiation treatment.  Today we'll be starting me on the highest dose of cyclophosphamide I've ever had, given over a very short time.  It will be followed by Mesna, this is to prevent bleeding ulcers in my bladder, and vast quantities of lasiks and sodium/chloride/potassium water solution.

Historically I've done will with cyclophosphamide.  It makes me lose my hair.  Which is a bit depressing, as I am just now getting my hair back for the first time in 3 months.  Otherwise it just makes me feel bloated and need to pee often.  Well, it does do one other funky thing.  These little red marks appear all over me and they are sore to the touch.  Then after a few days they sort of pop and die, they are deep under my skin.  Afterward I have little scar blast marks in those locations for the rest of forever.  It's exactly as sexy as it sounds.

The last few days have been good.  Tim, Scott Ashby, and Emily have all been visiting regularly.  I have nausea issues but they're not so bad.  From what I've been told, things get bad during the next 2 weeks.  That is, if things are going to get bad.  Here's to hoping they don't.

I look forward to hanging out with Tim today, and possibly replacing a laptop screen.  I'm so nerdy.

I hope everyone is enjoying the beautiful weather.  I love it.  Last night Scott, Emily, Tim, and I escaped the hospital and went across the street to a chocolate factory run by little people.  I had a shake.  It was tasty, considering that I can't really taste anything right now.

Perhaps if I'm lucky I'll get to visit Grandpa Wilde the next time he visits the LDS Hospital.  I'm in room East 848.

Again, thanks go out to Jessica and Elliot for taking such good care of my children during this time.  Thanks to all that read these posts and double thanks to those who respond.  It always lifts my spirits to know others care.

Alright, that's the update.  Let it be complete with a picture and an expression of my undying heartfelt love for Emily my hero, guardian, defender, and nonpareil.

The picture, my soon to be lost, though only recently acquired, facial hair.  Might I add, the eye on the left seems freakishly higher than the eye on the right.  Perhaps radiation is melting me.  Maybe it was an odd angle with the camera.  Maybe my head has always resembled a potato.  Whatever the answer, it's working for me.  My beautiful wife has never complained about it.