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My last short fiction instructor told us not to write about cancer. "It's been done," she said. Well, the hell with that. I learned in the last three weeks that I have stage III breast cancer. Writing, painting, and assorted other arts are how I process stuff, in addition, of course, to long conversations with friends. These conversations have begun in earnest these recent days, but I realized my Facebook page in particular was in danger of becoming a medical-update site. I do not want that. My life is still going to be about more than cancer, as much as that may not seem possible right now. Also, I don't want to alienate friends who are not ready to walk this particular valley with me at this time. For example, one elderly friend who called to cheer me up this week can't even handle the "c-word," and there is no way she will be up for any truly frank discussion of what's about to happen here. So she is advised to keep in touch with me via Facebook. People who are comfortable with the c-word, honest discussion and occasional cursing are welcome to join me here.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Second Photo of the Day

Second photo of the day. I just finished my first day of chemo.  My face is very red because I am chock full of steroids that would keep Lance Armstrong in the French press until Doomsday.  Also, I was very allergic to the last drug of the day, and to stop the reaction they gave me several injections of Atavan.  Fun fun fun!  But I am vertical and typing now, so it's all good.
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