Buck Up

In 2003 my father died of lung cancer. He lived with it for about 3 years – probably longer than anyone thought he would. The legend is that at one point he told my mother he just didn’t feel like he could go on much longer and her response was that he had to “buck up”. Turned out he had a collapsed lung at the time and once it was fixed he lived a while longer. After last week, Eunice told me to buck up.

Where do idioms like “buck up” come from? I think we’d all agree that buck up means to basically grin and bear it or just plain old “get over it.” Since I have time I did an internet search for the origins of buck up. Apparently it is related to the male spirit of rutting deer (bucks). And there may have been some connection to “bucks” or snappy dressing “dandies” of nineteenth century Britain so that “buck up” meant to dress better.

Last week, I had a bad week. The cold and cough got the better of me and I wasn’t very nice – pretty self-absorbed actually. I didn’t feel well and was extremely tired; dozing off for a few moments in the midst of things. Eunice took the brunt of my bad attitude and I really spiraled downward for a few days. I went to urgent care, got some antibiotics, and started to feel a little better. I apologized to Eunice for my behavior and received the “you need to buck up” message. It’s was good advice on both fronts: to get over it and snappy dressing.

I have a much better attitude this week as I traveled to Detroit for work. I dressed very casually for the trip out wearing shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. Not exactly snappy dressing. However, I forgot to pack my shoes (see chemo brain) so I am wearing bright orange sandals with slacks and an oxford shirt for my business meetings. I may have started a new trend. It’s a bold fashion statement, very snappy, and has been well received by others. Fortunately orange goes with anything.

Buck up!

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Clearing-Up Some Things

Ann got six nice messages from around the country and the world wishing her a Happy Birthday. It looks like I have 6 readers and 5 of them are outside the state of Minnesota. Maybe readers in Minnesota are shy. I’m not really into social media. It seems to be more technology focused than really useful for some purpose. Someone sent me a link: Twouble with Twitters that I found funny and took me back to the reasons I starting writing letters to Ann and Dallas when they went to college.

Last week was not a great week. I know I claimed Cytoxan might be the cure for the common cold but it’s not. The cough got worse and is still bad. I did find a decongestant I can use but it's not really very effective. The tiredness I experience with the cold seems additive to the chemo fatigue. I’ve been very tired this week. Hoping it goes away soon.

Eunice is back from the family reunion in West Virginia. Apparently the next one (3 years from now) is going to be held in Minnesota. It’s not clear to me how that happened. It appears there are many needs that have to be met so right now I’m leaning toward seeing if we can reserve one of the many rehab centers in Minnesota; not so much a reunion as an intervention.

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Southern Oven-Fried Chicken: lighter alternative to fried chicken.

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What is a Normal Day?

After looking at the blog a friend, Sam, asked me, “When do you sleep”? I guess that’s as good as place to start as any. I go to bed around 10 or 10:30 and get up around 3 or 4 in the morning. Five to six hours of sleep seems to do the trick. I have a cup of coffee and work on this blog either jotting down some ideas for posts or cleaning some things up. The blog has helped keep me sane in the early morning hours.

I’ll start work around 5:30 or 6. I work from home for a company called Maritz. and the people I work are located in the Detroit area. My primary client is General Motors. I do Organizational Development work with their dealer network and a group of nationwide Facilitators to help improve work processes in GM dealerships. Buy American. I recently read an advertisement by the president of Toyota, North America extolling their commitment to quality and safety since 1937. I don’t think I would have gone back quite that far. Did I mention my father was a WWII vet? He was in the South Pacific. GM and Maritz have been very good to me.

I take a break around 10:30 and try to walk the dog and grab some lunch. Since the folks in Detroit are an hour ahead of me this overlaps with their lunch. The afternoon is more work, take a few breaks, and I’m generally done at 5 or so. I have a lot of flexibility. I also have a lot of variety and creativity in what I do, it isn’t physically taxing, and I’ve been able to continue working without a problem. Chemo brain interferes a little because I am forgetful and have some confusion keeping track of my schedule. The folks I work with have been very forgiving.

Especially when on Prednisone I tackle a variety of small household tasks throughout the day. I tend to think about the things I’m working on while I start a meal, clip some flowers, or whatever. Random thoughts get in too like thinking about painting the other bathroom. I watch many Twins games in the evening and try to do some needlepoint during the game. Baseball is similar to the blog; it helps keep me sane but in the evening.

I do interact with my family and there is no “normal” routine there. Eunice is in West Virgina for a family reunion. Ann and Dallas are working and keeping me company in the evening. We have dinner together. The consistent thing is they take great care of me. Sleep comes with a “love you, goodnight” for all.


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Noodles with Peanut Sauce and Vegetables: a family favorite.

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A Cure for the Common Cold?

I caught a cold last week and, no, it wasn’t a side-effect of the chemo. I dislike colds very much. They tend to last 2-3 weeks for me and involve a trip to urgent care. I did not want that. I was out of sorts and not feeling so well for my treatment on Monday, yesterday, and it had only been 3-4 days. My throat was a little sore, nose running, and a cough. I told my nurse if I needed a mask I’d be happy to wear one or whatever so others didn’t get it. The funny thing was I was the only person in the chemo room so they left me alone. That lone Monday infusion (D8) is Cytoxan and only takes about 2 hours. I slept quite a bit through it and when I got up to leave realized I felt pretty good, almost like my cold was gone. I thought maybe it was all the fluids or something.

Twelve hours later I’m still feeling pretty good – maybe a little congestion.

Twenty-four hours later and all is well. I have a little congestion but will call the pharmacy today to see if there is a nasal spray or something I can use to help stop that. The Procarbazine has so many restrictions that I can’t take a lot of OTC medications.

I don’t recommend it but an infusion of Cytoxan may be the cure for the common cold.

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Braised Chicken with Mushrooms and Oven-Baked Polenta: all four of us liked it.

Oven-Baked Polenta: if you just want the Polenta recipe.

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I Went to a Garden Party…

Really it was a graduation party for John and Angie’s son. A beautiful day, sitting outside, catching up with people. I’ve been a little socially isolated.

Kathy complimented me on the blog. I was trying to explain to her and Bob that it is a real outlet for me but not just for the writing. The “putting it together” piece is just as important. It helps with my tunnel vision by really giving me something on which to focus.

So how does a blog work? Search me. Most of it is automatic but when it starts “thinking” for me it gets very interesting. What I want and what it does often are not aligned. I get focused on fixing those things and it can keep me occupied for hours.

The blog has actually been 3 blogs that I tried to tie seamlessly together. The collection of recipes and the recipes themselves are separate blogs that open in a new window so you never have to leave this one and click back; same with incorporating pictures and other links. It is not an automatic function so I had to incorporate the HTML language to make that happen. I’ve made a lot of trips to the HELP section and HELP is not always very helpful. Basically it is a control issue and right now, I have a high need for control.

Carrie told Eunice she also like the blog but that I never said how I was. She didn’t know what she was starting. I’ve been working on that with tunnel vision since last night. There is now a 4th blog – The Friday Update: Just the Facts . I'll include a link for it at the end of each post and also on the top sidebar of the blog. You can simply click on it to get the short update on how I am doing or bookmark it to go there directly once a week so you don’t have to wade through all this other stuff. Thanks, Carrie for the suggestion via Eunice.

I’m still feeling well. Had some issues with constipation this week and felt a little off for a day. I also have a sore throat and think I may be catching a cold which is not good. This morning I noticed I also had a mouth sore and it occurred to me that the sore throat could be a side effect of the chemo especially because otherwise I feel fine. I gargled with salt water to see if that would help I did get some immediate relief but I remember as a kid my mother had us gargle with salt water as a “cure” for sore throats. Can’t hurt.

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Mediterranean Potato Salad: Good for a Garden Party.

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The Daily Bunny

I’m going to get in trouble for this one. We have rabbits in our yard. Not pet rabbits – rodents. They eat (destroy) plants, bushes, and even small trees. I have a strong dislike for rabbits but not your pet bunny. There is a distinction. I’ve tried to prevent them from damaging the plants. Sprays don’t work. Leaving a portion of the yard for them to eat doesn’t work (they do most of their damage in the winter). I’ve tried trapping them to move them to another area and that hasn’t worked. I even built a snare to catch them but that didn’t work either. Other suggestions I heard were get a dog, fox, or cat to prey on them.

We have a dog (Shadow) and two cats (Sadie and Smudge). Shadow is getting old (11+) and he isn’t really a hunter or chaser anymore. He might trot after them if he sees them and they might or might not run away. They seem to sense he is harmless.

Both cats are indoor cats. Sadie has a variety of neuroses that make her unsuitable for much more than sitting in your lap to be petted. Even eating is a chore for her. She hovers around 8 pounds and we have to watch to make sure she doesn’t lose weight.

Smudge and I have not been the best of friends. He is an overeating bully with few redeeming qualities other than he's a good looking silver tabby. He is big - 15 diet-controlled pounds. Sadie doesn’t like Smudge.

As you might imagine Prednisone and Smudge were not a good match. My impatience with Smudge grew to anger and a great deal of frustration. I’m comfortable saying it was a Smudge-induced injury – not self-inflicted. I decided to let him go outside early in the morning and late in the afternoon before we fed the cats. Smudge has an internal clock that goes off at meal time and I felt confident that he would return. And he did. In fact he doesn’t leave the yard, wanders around it a bit, and stays close to home. This is where I get in trouble: he has starting catching rabbits; chipmunks too!

A friend, Mary, took me to task so you don’t have to. Mary has a great framing/gift store in the warehouse district of Minneapolis called Mitrebox. She sent me a link to the The Daily Bunny a collection of pictures of people’s pet bunnies, not the scurrilous things you’ll find in my yard.

Smudge and I are on much better terms now. When he returns from his outside adventures he likes to be petted; briefly but petted none the less. He doesn’t chase down and bully Sadie anymore as he did in the past although Sadie still hates him. He and Shadow have always been friends but he has taken that to new heights. He is turning into a good cat. I made him a ribbon and hanged it above his food dish that reads: “Bunny Catcher Extraordinaire.” We’ll see what happens this winter but I’m anticipating fewer rabbits and less damage. Good Smudge!

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These are NOT low Tyramine recipes - pets only!

Pastries for Cheese Loving Cats: Bet you thought this was going to be a rabbit recipe.

Dog Biscuits: Don’t forget the dog.

Fertility, Menopause, and Banana Nut Bread

Yep, the conversation in the Chemo room turned to fertility and eventually menopause. Ingrid started asking questions about the effects of chemo on fertility. Of course they are not good; depending on your perspective. A quick scan of the participants includes Ingrid (40+), 1 chemo nurse (30+), 2 couples (70+), and me and Eunice (50+). I mentioned that loss of fertility wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and that some of us actually look forward to it. One woman receiving chemo chimed in that the “8 golden years” of menopause weren’t so golden. Her husband agreed that menopause isn’t good for anyone. I should add at this point people are laughing and enjoying this conversation. The women seem more comfortable than the men.

Ingrid is reading from a copy of an article on the side effects of various drugs. It seems some of hers have the possibility of rendering her sterile and facilitating early menopause. She does not have children, doesn’t want to have children, but still wants everything to work so the "possibility" exists. The rest of us have children and having more isn’t really an issue or desirable. What does this say about us? Life is a paradox.

Ingrid concludes with the website recommendation to harvest your eggs/sperm prior to chemo. This seems to go beyond functionality and more to implementation. I don’t bring it up because it's a message of hope and really the whole conversation is a lesson in hope. Here are four people with cancer actively discussing the future with no expressions of doubt that they will be participating in it. The chemo room is a hopeful place.

Another thing fascinates me. It’s the perspective of different generations. The people in the conversation represent 4 different generations: the silent (b. 1928-45), baby boomers (b. 1946-64), Gen Xers (b. 1965-80), and Millenials (b. 1981 +, the chemo nurse just squeezed in). I was surprised by the willingness of everyone to participate in the conversation and lack of any embarrassment on our parts. I am familiar with some of the research around generations due to working with organizations and how different generations work together etc. and this caught my attention. Our niece Emma (and I hate to drag her into this) posted a link on her blog Open-Eyed and Uffish to a Pew quiz called “How Millennial are you?” and I took it. It is a brief survey and I scored in the Gen Xer category. I was born in 1956. It’s hard to categorize people; life is a paradox.

Everyone is different except you and me, and sometimes I’m not too sure about you.

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Banana Nut Bread: My father’s (b. 1917) recipe.

What Do You Wear to Chemo?

The Orvis Catalog came and I am looking for a hat – perhaps the Orvis Snowy River Hat. The catalog says it is an authentic Panama straw hat, 3” brim, and traditional pinched front. It comes in a putty color. Or there is the packable Fedora. It has an adjustable nylon headband for a “perfect fit” and a tuck-away chin strap for windy days – or fast driving with the convertible top down. Women don’t find anything more attractive than a bald diabetic with cancer driving a convertible with the top down. I’m sure I am in demand. We were talking about this at dinner a while ago; what my “billboard” would be. The kids thought perhaps Eunice should give me some money too. I haven’t seen our checkbook in 25 years and I never seem to have any cash. They think that would be more impressive than hair.

The Orvis catalog also has a shirt that is ideal for chemotherapy. What do you wear to chemo? The short answer is whatever you want. It was hot and humid (over 90 and 90) on my first day of my second cycle and I wore shorts and a t-shirt. Today, starting my third cycle it is cool and raining so I wore jeans and a long sleeve pullover. The chemo room is cool and they are pumping fluids into you so it all chills you. Summer heat and chemo room cool are quite a contrast. The warm blanket and heated chair help but it made me think of chemo-wear. A shirt with an opening for the port is very handy. The Orvis shirt is the Havana Sunset Camp Shirt. It buttons up and would give good access to the port. Its two front pockets would also hide the bump from the port a little. Pure cotton and meant to go with the Panama hat that I’m already less enamored with than when I started writing this post. I need a garage sale special straw hat, a little floppy, worn on the edges of the brim, and maybe it sheds a little too. But the pre-revolutionary Cuban shirt is just right.

It would be interesting to see what someone with imagination and who knew what they were doing might create for a chemo-wear line. I think it would go beyond form and function and have a comforting tactile component as well.

Ingrid is having her last week of treatment – no need for chemo-wear.

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Black Bean Corn Salsa

A Good Egg

My daughter has a friend who insists that you if there are two foods you like you should be able to combine them and enjoy that too. It’s not a bad idea for trying new combinations of food but it tends to breakdown with eggs and desserts. A fried egg over a dish of ice cream; I don’t think so.

My need to not leave leftovers too long in the refrigerator has gotten me to try leftovers with a fried egg over the top for breakfast: chili on a piece of toast, enchiladas, mashed potatoes and cream gravy, baked beans on toast, the beef from fajitas on toast with cream gravy, rice and pile on ingredients, a hamburger, salmon with lime sauce, and so on – all with an egg over easy on top. It’s filling; often the breakfast holds me over until dinner.

Turns out I didn’t discover eggs and leftovers or creative concoctions using eggs. There are people out there eating eggs on almost anything. I found a blog dedicated to putting an egg on it. There are a lot of good ideas for topping things with an egg and some not so good ideas as well.

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Frying an Egg Over Easy

Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome

Some people are surprised that I needlepoint or maybe I should say that I know how to needlepoint. I take it up off and on. I come by this honestly – my father taught me to do it when I was a kid. I still have some of the early pieces I did. When my father died I found a map of the United States that he started in the early ‘60s. He completed a lot of it but got frustrated because there was a lack of blue yarn to complete the oceans. He put it down and never got back to it.

I’ve decided to complete the map. Each strand of yarn has three threads and you take one thread, double it, and use that to do the stitching. I can’t exactly match the color of the 50 year old blue yarn but I can get close. If I use one strand of the old yarn and one strand of the new yarn it is pretty close in color and hard to tell the difference. I have to adapt, improvise, and overcome.

Chemo and needlepoint have some similarities. As I understand it chemotherapy was “discovered” as a side effect of the use of mustard gas during World War I. We’ve come a long way since then. But the mixing and matching of cocktails to the cancer, stage, dose, schedule, etc. makes chemotherapy part science and part art. While there are standard protocols there may be more than one good option for treatment based on its known advantages and disadvantages. And while oncologists select the best treatment regimen for their patients, there is no guarantee that an individual will achieve the desired response and that can alter the regimen. But we all need to adapt, improvise, and overcome at some point or another.

I had a scan last Friday. It showed things are getting smaller. My oncologist actually said he was “very pleased”. I asked how we would know if it was gone since I have two types of lymphoma, the slow grower and the fast grower – think of it as a collection of cells not a single thing. His answer is that we won’t know for sure without doing a biopsy. Neither he nor I are big on that because it means opening my chest up. There are a limited number of routes to the location and the surgeon has used two already – there aren’t a lot left. We’re saving the big one for later. But after my treatments are over we will basically just stop. If any of the fast grower is left it will start growing quickly and we’ll adapt, improvise, and overcome. If it doesn’t grow then we have the dormant slow grower that I’ve had in the past and I’ll just continue to live with my old friend.

I’m due to complete my last cycle the end of September and I hope to complete the map by then too. Nice to have a deadline.

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Chunky Applesauce: A slow cooker recipe seemed appropriate.

Travel

Just returned from a trip to Detroit and traveling was easy. It’s amazing how accommodating people are; not just friends but everyone. I went to a deli for lunch and all their sandwiches had something I couldn’t eat. Darius, the guy behind the counter offered to make me a sandwich that met my needs. He built it ingredient by ingredient suggesting interesting things to put on along the way. It was great and I think we both had fun while he was doing it. I was careful in restaurants but it wasn’t a big deal. I also was able to sleep well and didn’t get overly tired. I made plans to go back on June 28-July 1 for some additional meetings.

I have an appointment to go over the results of my scan today. Don’t really know what to expect but hope everything is smaller. I’ll post the results later.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Hair...

My hair loss hasn’t been dramatic. My hair is definitely thinner but there is enough that I haven’t shaved (or lint rolled) my head. I did order a gentlemen’s personal barber from Hammecher Schlemmer. It’s like a comb or brush that allows you to trim your hair and keep it short. I keep my hair short anyway so this is something I’ll continue to use. It works great.

Baldness can be uncomfortable for anyone but especially for women. Hats are great but keeping your hair is even better. I read an article in our newspaper the other day about the Rapunzel Project, a non-profit organization dedicated to helping chemotherapy patients keep their hair during treatment. It was founded by two breast cancer survivors and their website has information about cold caps and many tips that may help prevent hair loss during chemotherapy. It appears that keeping your hair during chemotherapy is becoming a reality.

Adding the two extra units of Lantus appears to have done the trick controlling the increase in my morning blood sugar. One of the good things about getting up early is that I could test my blood sugars throughout the morning. The increase in blood sugar happens from about 5-7 in the morning. I’ve always experienced an increase overnight and most people (diabetics and non-diabetics) have fluctuations that occur over the course of the day (basal rate). My Lantus insulin manages those fluctuations over a 24 hour period. Many diabetics use an insulin pump to give a low level amount of insulin that does the same thing. Both mimic the insulin produced in a normal person to control these natural fluctuations. That is probably more than you wanted to know but the important thing is it seems to be working.

I wasn’t up early this morning. I slept almost 9 hours last night. Feeling well rested and ready to go.

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Headquarters Chili: We make this camping too. It's easy and will make your bald head glisten.

Happy Birthday, Annie

Twenty-two years ago about this time (3:15am) Eunice's water broke. By 12:30 we had a little girl. She got a 10 on the APGAR scale - good lungs - and let everybody know it. Happy Birthday, Annie!

I was re-reading some letters Ann and I exchanged her freshman year in college. In one she talked about how letter writing was a dead art. I had brought the topic up in a letter I sent her. She was connected to her cousins and others through social media like Facebook. Even email was starting to be used less because of the immediacy of Facebook. And now my cohort and baby-boomers around the world have taken over Facebook reconnecting with friends from high school, little league, college, and revealing private things publicly (see the Turdulence post). I created this blog to keep friends and family informed about my lymphoma and selfishly to keep track of my progress through chemotherapy. I imagined a small group of people that I know reading this occasionally but I have no idea who is reading it or where they are.

So let's try an experiment in social media. IF you happen to read this (today, tomorrow, or weeks from now) do me a favor and leave a comment wishing Ann a happy birthday. I'll pass on your good wishes to her and promise not to publish them.

I didn't really get an answer (not that there is one) regarding my overnight rise in blood sugar other than it may be time to increase my dose of Lantus insulin in the morning. Many people take Lantus in the evening but I take it in the morning to avoid overnight lows. I'll raise it two units and see if that helps.

In the meantime if you're not on a Low Tyramine diet, enjoy a piece of Ann's birthday cake. It has ingredients higher in Tyramine and obviously isn't friendly to diabetics either.

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Double-Coconut Cake: A favorite of Ann's. This is NOT a Low Tyramine friendly recipe. I will NOT include it in the collection of recipes. But for Ann's birthday and the rest of your family, here it is.

Sweet Sleep

My sleep has been off and on. I sleep well but not for long periods of time - typically about 5 hours. I've been taking a nap during the day for 30 minutes or so. Felt lousy all afternoon last Saturday for no apparent reason. That's all I have to complain about so it isn't much. The other odd thing is that I go to bed with a "normal" blood sugar but wake up with a high blood sugar; not just a little bit high but near 300. This is unusual for me. I'm going to check in with my endo today to see if she has any insight/advice. I have a scan on Friday.

In the meantime, Dallas has started his work as a lifeguard and is happy to be busy and earning some money. His friend, Amanda, is coming to visit next week. Amanda was here last year and we are looking forward to another visit. Ann returned from her first trip with Wilderness Inquiry and loved it. They took 16 mentally/developmentally challenged people to the Apostle Islands for a camping/canoeing weekend. She was enthusiastic about the everything.

I continue to feel well and enthusiastic about things too.

Never Eat Anything Bigger Than Your Head

In the ‘70’s, B. Kliban published books of drawings (cartoons) mostly about cats. I was in college and found them very entertaining especially one not particulaly related to cats, Never Eat Anything Bigger than Your Head. The cover shows a man at a restaurant being served a huge mound of food – bigger than his head.

I’m not sure they were influenced by the book but I read an article recently about two brothers who studied the amount of food in various paintings of the Last Supper. While it is the same meal, portions have increased over the past 1000 years.

Apparently even the Last Supper has been supersized!

According to the study's findings after indexing the sizes of the foods by the sizes of the average disciple’s head, they found that portion size, plate size, and bread size increased dramatically over the last one thousand years. Overall, the main courses depicted in the paintings grew by 69%, plate size by 66%, and bread size by 23%. The study’s findings are published in the April 2010 issue of the International Journal of Obesity.

Last night Eunice and I ate something bigger than our heads. We had fried chicken, mashed potatoes and creamed gravy. We thought we’d have leftovers for a picnic today. Didn’t happen; none left. In our defense, Dallas got off work early, arrived home in time for dinner, and also ate something bigger than his head with a proportionally big smile.

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Fried Chicken: Use the 4 Steps for Healthy Frying

Mashed Potatoes: My mother's recipe which really just depends on using as much butter and milk as you want for taste and texture.

Cream Gravy: I was going to say it won't kill you but it might - but not from the Tyramine.

Memorial Day Weekend

For me Memorial Day was always the beginning of summer. You got together with friends, had a picnic, maybe there was a parade, and things were good. My father was a WWII veteran and at those picnics he and his friends would “bore” each other with their stories. Our house came with a 48-star flag and we hang it on Memorial Day weekend (and others). As I was putting it out this morning I thought about something a friend, KC, told me a while back - that when I was in an airport (I’m in a lot of airports) and saw someone serving in the military eating at a stand, bar, or restaurant table; I should ask the server for their check, introduce myself, and tell them thank you. I’ve done it a couple of times. Their faces light up and you’ve made a friend and connections to the past, present, and future. Happy Memorial Day!

I'm feeling well and the second cycle is going well. Been napping a little more but that's OK. I have a scan scheduled for next Friday, the 4th and I guess we will get a sense of how things are going. I have mixed feelings about having the scan. If there can be a "good" scan then there can be a "bad" scan. But really, it's the last scan that's most important to me.

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Deviled Eggs: Picnic fare. This is my grandmother's recipe and I've tried to add measurements. My daughter dislikes eggs but she loves these.

Welcome to My Yurt

My nephew and a friend each sent me a link that I thought worth sharing. Cory published an article: Dink Shui: The Art of Uncomfortable Living in My Yurt on McSweeney’s, a humor website and publishing house created by David Eggers. I enjoyed it and there are other pieces that are well written and humorous too. Check it out – it’s fun.

Jonathan B. sent me a link to Steve Jobs' 2005 commencement address at Stanford. He sent it to me because of something I said about Ann’s graduation – I think the part about Ann being good about figuring things out and my living with ambiguity. Jobs’ message to the students touches on those themes too. He shares three stories from his own life in his speech. But it isn’t a speech. They are three stories he weaves together beautifully. One story is about connecting the dots, the second about love and loss, the last about death. It’s worth 15 minutes to listen and watch.

I think both Steve Jobs and Cory are welcoming you to their yurt. And with any luck you’ll also get a meal.

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Fried Macaroni: A welcoming dish meant to be shared.

Pitching Woo!

The Urban Dictionary defines pitching woo as: To flirt. To mac. To exhibit your game. To woo a hottie. That's pretty much what I meant except their definition makes it seems so contemporary and maybe even acceptable.

I had a steak in the freezer and decided to make it for dinner for me and Eunice. I had made Steak Diane for us many years ago and thought that would be a nice thing to do with a single steak that we could split with an added baked potato. I remembered that I used a recipe in the New York Times Cookbook. When I found the recipe for Steak Diane (page 91) I saw that there was a note: "Very Good. David made 12/83." It was beside the recipe for Steak Au Poivre not Steak Diane. 1983 precedes our marriage by about a year-and-a-half. I must have been pitching woo - and I'm thinking successfully.

Eunice is a remarkable person. Everyone is better off having been touched by her. We went to Paris a couple of years ago and as we were walking to join a boat ride on the Seine I heard the clink of metal on the ground. There is a scam where someone drops a "gold" ring and asks if it is yours, identifies some markings indicating it is "real gold," and tries to sell you the ring. Eunice immediately told the person she was sure someone going to the cruise had dropped the ring and she'd be happy to take it to the boat so it could be returned to its owner. The scam artist was speechless. All he could do was let her keep it. As we walked I told her I had read about this scam and was sure he would come back. He did and asked for 5 Euro. Eunice politely declined and returned the ring to him. The scam artist merely smiled and nodded his head acknowledging her goodness. That's Eunice and that's the kind of support I am lucky to have during my chemotherapy and so much more.

I'm not courageous and I don't think I am fighting a courageous battle against cancer as some people have suggested to me. There is the love and support of family and friends that makes chemo seem a part of you that just is. I think more times than not it is harder for them. I'm just doing my part for Eunice and the kids, trying to have some fun, and pitch a little more woo.

Eat Good Food, Be Kind, Tell the Truth

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Steak Au Poivre: This recipe is a combination of Steak Au Poivre and Steak Diane. It’s for a single serving that you can expand as you see fit.

I Child-Proofed the House, But They Still Get In

Eunice and Ann are on their way home from Chicago and from what I understand had a good trip. They did a lot of walking Saturday night and Sunday. Visited Millenium Park, the aquarium, ate lunch there, took a water taxi to Navy Pier, walked Michigan Avenue, did some shopping, and had dinner at Pizzaria Uno. Ann's interview went well and she likes the organization, Mercy Home for Boys and Girls and hopes to be accepted for an internship. She liked Chicago and likes the urban setting. Chicago is a great city and I love it there too.

Dallas was home for dinner every night. We had steaks with leftover grape tomato and white bean salad on Saturday , ribs and baked beans on Sunday, and Tuscan chicken with home fries tonight. He was very helpful while Eunice and Ann were gone.

I did paint the bathroom this weekend - a rich red called Salsa Dancing. I probably did a little more than I should have. Got tired and has some low blood sugars. It looks nice but needs a little touch up here and there. I had my Cytoxin treatment today and feel good. I did sleep through most of it recovering from the bathroom painting escapade. Booster shot tomorrow and then off for a couple of weeks. I'm planning a trip to Detroit for work June 7-9, looking forward to doing a little travel, and seeing the folks in Southfield. People like to see you to make sure you are OK. My mother-in-law said I was doing remarkably well and even cheerful. I wasn't taking Prednisone when she was here.

I'm beginning to believe Eunice has warned both kids about the effect Prednisone has on my patience. They are complimenting the meals I make and thanking me for them. I'm a little suspicious. I may have to make a tragically bad meal to test my theory.

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Grilled Tuscan Chicken with Rosemary and Lemon

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I'm feeling well during this cycle. My infusion Monday will be the last for this cycle and then the booster shot of Neulasta on Tuesday. The Prednisone is doing it’s work - I have good energy - and the additional NPH insulin does a great job controlling my blood sugars. They are running between 80 and 150 which is great.

I slept well last night for about 4 hours. Sometimes that’s all I need. I fill my time with a variety of things like this blog, cooking, work, needlepoint, gardening, watching Twins games, walking, and so on. Not too exciting. It’s funny how the port gets in the way of little things like driving a car. The seat belt goes right over the port. A golf bag strap would go over the port. Eunice had a bad day and buried her head in my chest where my port just happened to be. Not sure who it hurt more but once I got it out of my lung and we iced her head, things were cool.

Today, Imagonnapaintdabathroom – on Prednisone. I’m not very handy. Oddly enough the one thing I can do is electrical stuff. My knowledge of electricity goes back to my Junior High shop class. I had a “deck” of cards with a scantily clad woman on the front and when someone opened the cards they got an electric shock. My shop teacher found it in class and took a liking to me. The class formed a circle holding hands and he opened the deck and had two students in the circle put their finger on the cleverly disguised conductors that administered a shock that went around the circle. This was great entertainment for 7th graders and I got an “A” in electricity. 1968 wasn’t all bad. We did not cover painting but Imagonnapaintdabathroom. The first coat may be on by the time you read this.

Eat Good Food, Be Kind, Tell the Truth

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Salmon with Coriander Rub and Lime: Adapted this recipe from Bon Appetit. It was simple to make but a little fussy.

Dilled White Bean and Grape Tomato Salad: Went well with the Salmon and very easy to make.