Welcome Home

My memory of coming home is very dreamlike. I didn't feel a lot of pain. My new little stomach worked and I could eat for real. Steak, Chinese, pasta -- I couldn't eat very much at a time, but I could have several smaller meals which was just fine with me. I was on some very strong pain killers including fentanyl and methadone. It turns out, I found out later, that they had some big side effects. They made life livable, but they also made me a bit crazy.  I remember none of this, but according to my wife (who had just given birth a few weeks earlier) I did and said some bizarre things. I became a bit of a conspiracy nut, pointing what's really going on here (?). I thought I was Stalin. I also started acting like John Wayne and begged for a cowboy hat. I did write a nice song with my son:

Friends help friends
Put their pacifiers in their mouths
Friends help friends
And that's what it's all about

I was happy I remembered the song. The rest of it -- oh, well. Things seemed to be progressing pretty well for a while. Then I started radiation.
     

Let's Get Out Of The Hospital Already

Hey, blog readers. Jonathan's Cancer here, filling in for Jonathan who spent all last night running back and forth from his bed to the bathroom. Man, even I felt bad for him for a second or two.

Post-Op and Other Thoughts

Before I continue with my exciting cancer adventures, I want to note a few things. One, chemo is definitely having an effect on my ability to consistently keep up this blog. When I started, I was writing at least two or three posts a week. After this last treatment, I found myself unable to get out of bed -- forget sit at a keyboard and write. Also, the days off made me think about whether or not I want to relive these moments again through writing this blog. We'll see.

Cancer Photo Sharing Time

Hey.  Jonathan's Cancer here. Jonathan is too sick to make it out of bed today, so I thought it might be a nice opportunity for me to share. Also, I know Jonathan thought these photos were in somewhat bad taste, and could be viewed as hubris, or laughing at the gods, or something weird like that. I wasn't really listening. Anyway, I thought maybe if you get to know me a little, you'll see that I'm not such a bad guy. In many ways, I'm just like you.

 

This is me, Jonathan's Cancer, at the 2010 Annual Esophageal Cancer Convention at the Anatomy Country Club. That's my uncle, Susan's Cancer. I have a feeling he's gonna beat her Keemo and kill her. He's a great guy. You can see where I get my tumor.