Ice cream shopping when you have cancer; Medi-port bruising; Another Day, Another Anti-Cancer Food

It’s Saturday, 44 days after The News. The medical oncologist had indicated that the FOLFOX chemotherapy regimen is generally well-tolerated. So yesterday I was at a loss as to why I still had some residual nausea, three days after the infusion. After carefully checking the medication list, I found I’d missed one: the weekly prescription… Continue reading Ice cream shopping when you have cancer; Medi-port bruising; Another Day, Another Anti-Cancer Food

Porting Day; The Guinea Pig

It’s Wednesday, 34 days after The News. zombie zom-bie | \zäm-bē\ a will-less and speechless human held to have died and been supernaturally reanimated. a person held to resemble the so-called walking dead, generally as a result of fasting, early morning appointments and sunrise phone calls associated with long-term exposure to medical personnel. I had… Continue reading Porting Day; The Guinea Pig

Trying To Get Ported (or Blue Cross Blues)

It’s Thursday, 28 days after The News. Over the last couple days I’ve learned that Palo Alto Dental (PADF) Foundation and Palo Alto Medical Foundation (PAMF) are conspiring to cure me of nyctophilia. Just compare these two calls… PADF: Hi Michael, this is Jane from Palo Alto Dental Foundation.M&M: Hi Jane.PADF: We have a cancellation… Continue reading Trying To Get Ported (or Blue Cross Blues)