Day 17: Hi Fives from the Naturopath

I was talking with my naturopath today, and right after he told me how well he thought I was doing, he reminded me how difficult what I have been through was.  reiterating that no one knows how hard it has been but me; not him (who had cancer at 31), not my mother, who has had to watch, etc.

A year ago my ex girlfriend went from kinda-sad to severely-clinically-depressed overnight.  I’ll skip the dramatic in-the-middle-of-the-night catalyst event, as that was too big and messy for this analogy.  The point is I didn’t get it.  I didn’t understand what she was going through.  I had never been clinically depressed.  I did not know her experience.

The breaking point with my ex was when she called me in the middle of the afternoon when I was at the studio, demanding (there really isn’t any other word) that I come home and make her some chicken.

This i understand now: when you are sick, and have no appetite, and all of the sudden you want something, that thing becomes the most important thing in the world.

This I understand now: when you are sick, and you cannot get something for yourself you feel helpless,  When that illness is psychological, you feel doubly helpless.  When someone does not attend to you, you feel triply bad.

The argument unfolded without these two kernels of knowledge that my cancer has given me.  The highly condensed version of argument went something like this:

me: Can’t you just order some chicken from the place on the corner.
her: If you can’t come take care of me, I will find someone or go somewhere where people will take care of me.
me: (silence) (sigh) okay, I need you to do one thing
her: (some shouting about how she is sick, and she can’t do anything)
me: Take the chicken out of the freezer.

Then I took off on my bike, leaving my assistants at the studio.  That bike ride was the one where I intentionally hit the guy in the suit on the Brooklyn Bridge.  This is the only time I’ve intentionally hit a pedestrian.  He was in the bike lane, walking towards me.  He looked up at me, made eye contact, then went back to using his Blackberry.  It all happened at the threshold of conscious decisions: I took two hard pulls on my pedals, and subtly dropped my right shoulder and clocked him.   Hard.  I heard his blackberry smack to the deck and skittered off in a freefall into the East River (Its okay, the company probably paid for it.)  I didn’t look back to see if he was on the ground.  I wasn’t.  And I had chicken to cook.

The bridge shouldering is both one of my favorite stories to tell, and one of the lowest things I have done.  Funny that.

But the real point of this whole story is the the other thing I understand now that I did not then:  no one person can take care of someone who is sick.  It is just not possible.  It is too much work.  It is too emotionally tiring.  It takes a team.  It takes a family, and I mean that in the biggest sense of the word.

Day 16 with the Oracle of Not Doing

Infusion was uneventful. Passed my blood test.  Got the drugs.  No major side effects.

I was pretty stressed yesterday and this morning.  I got really anxious before Monday treatments because the side effects start again IF my liver function is within a normal range.  I was really nervous my liver would be working too hard and I would not be given the drugs — I have a plane ticket out of here on Saturday morning, and now I know that I am going to be on that plane.  Nice.

Today I spent the morning with LK.  She has been here since Thursday, and took part in the EPIC pizza party and hike.  Today was a little bit of solo time with her.  I met her cousin, and she told me stories about her family.

Early on in my diagnosis I spoke to LK on the phone for a long time.  She kept saying “so M, you realize you are really going to have to change how much you can do, and you are going to have to say no, and not do things.”  And I said something like “yes, yes, just after I finish this next project” or something like that.  And she repeated herself a little more insistently.  And then she offered to say no for me.

The deal was I would either email her to ask if I could do something, and she would tell me “No.”  Or I would simply know that she would say no, and say no myself and then tell her.  So here is our email exchange.  She became The Oracle, and I became the Supplicant.  NOTE: This was all written before the positive result from the lymph node surgery and the second major surgery.

Dear supplicant,

The Oracle accepts your energetic shifts regarding your grant, your now-ex, and your mother, but she wonders about your priorities, given your decisions about how to compose this e-mail. The Oracle would appreciate less self-reflexivity in your tone, because really, she already knows.

When it comes to mothers, there are no mistakes.

Perhaps your mother would like to sew you something to protect your calf from new york city, brooklyn, car insurance, and other contributing factors. It could also have reflective tape, and maybe a family photo tucked inside. The Oracle senses that your mother might not be sure how the pinstripe suit will help you with your skin cancer. Is the fabric supposed to shield you from the sun while you are riding your bicycle? Are you going to grow your sideburns long and buy a big black hat?

The Oracle is considering visiting Portland at Christmas. Would the supplicant join her on this path? The Oracle likes your parents, and is nearly envious of their ability to engage intellectually with a variety of topics.  Oracles cannot, of course, be envious, but if they could be, she would be. The Oracle is also curious about their house and how the kitchen looks now. Although I sense its quiet, pulsing perfection, the tactile reality of opening the fridge would give the Oracle great pleasure.

The Oracle doesn’t really care if you apply for that grant, because many of her fellow priestesses are approaching 50 years old and have applied for that grant for the first time. The Oracle considers SL to be very Wise in his proclamation that there will be time for things like this later. The Oracle will make psychic contact with SL and invite him to join the circle of healing currently in place, held together by an infinite number of people and animals, most of whom you do not know, all of whom wish only for wholeness, smooth scars, and neat incisions.

The Oracle loves you. Take five deep breaths, shut your eyes, and imagine your parents’ refrigerator. Then imagine opening the fridge and being one with its bright, shiny light, sinking into its sterile, nurturing shelves and merging with the salad greens until you feel washed, spun, crisp, and good enough for your mom to present in her favorite bowl.

yours in bliss

LK

On Mar 8, 2008, at 8:09 PM, m wrote:

> Dear Oracle,
>
> I have forgotten many of the things i have not done.
>
> You could say this was a good thing: to forget the things which you decline.  Mostly it was because I am strongly remembering three things I decided not to do, two of which were hard but good to do, and struck hard at my spirit, and the last of which was something I should not have said no to.
>
> I did not apply for a big grant.
>
> This made me feel like my illness and my resolutions surrounding it were finally, actually impacting on my so-called life.  The fact of the matter is that my CV is not my life.  I know, oh Oracle, that I must repeat this many times.  Also, another fact of the matter is those things are such crapshoots, though I do feel like I had a better shot than in previous years, and supposedly getting into final rounds is good just by itself and often leads to other invitations.  Yet another fact of the matter was that I didn’t really have a project that would work for them anyway.  SL reminded me that we aim for long so-called careers, and will be around and alive for the next round in three years.
>
> I did not succumb to the relationship-games started by the woman I was dating
>
> Which is to say: we broke up. She started a fight over my defining boundaries.   I insisted that my boundaries were important.  She said that it was not okay with her the way I was “distanced.” I think she was bluffing, and wanted me to give in to her and come running back.   She thought that I was going to say ‘all right, for you, just this once’ or something.  But i did not.  This caused her to cry and cry.  This was exhausting.
>
> This is overly simplified, as the Oracle does not need the details, but rather the universal truths.  The only detail the Oracle might need to know was that the fight she started was over whether I should sort through her automobile registration and insurance papers to make sure they were in order.  She made it sound like she had spent most of her time ruminating over this seemingly insignificant detail since it had happened five days earlier.  Needless to say, it was an inappropriate request to make of someone you have been dating for a couple of months on weekends.  And so I said no.  And then when she started relationship-games, I also said no.
>
> I also said no to my my mothers repeated requests to help-me-out-in-my-time-of-need.  This was a mistake.
>
> I repeatedly explained to her that there was nothing she could do.  She could not fly here and come take care of me; it would just be more difficult for me, as I would feel compelled to take care of her and she would get in the way of my daily life, which has to continue in some form or another.  I turned down her request to send me money to pay for… take out food… cab rides… etc.  I told her I would take more cabs, and that I could pay for it.  I told her that take out makes me feel like shit.  This is true.  She just got more anxious.  So today I told my mother she could help in whatever way she wanted.
>
> But Oracle, I arrived at an even better way for my mother to feel like she is involved with me and helping-me-out-in-my-time-of-need.  I invited her to make a project with me.  I want to make a pinstripe suit with reflective stripes.  She sews. She is going to do some looking and talking to people. I made a wiki page for the project, made her an account, and invited her to post her research the wiki.  Nevermind that in a spurt of research after I got off the phone, I found someone in the UK who has done it, and patented his process. It is the process of sharing with her that matters, right?
>
> your supplicant
>
> m
>
>
>
> On Mar 6, 2008, at 2:28 PM, LK wrote:
>
>> hon, the oracle has been so slack. I’m sorry. look for her feedback soon!
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> On Mar 1, 2008 at 1:02 PM, m wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> Dear Oracle,
>>>
>>> This week i had to do things I had previously said yes to, and could not say no to.
>>>
>>> The planets were already spinning.
>>>
>>> When my wounds heal, I will pretend to join a gym so I can use their sauna.
>>>
>>> I will perform the breathing exercise as soon as my cleaning lady leaves.
>>>
>>> This week I asked for help.
>>>
>>> I asked someone to come clean my apartment (and paid them).
>>>
>>> I asked someone to rub my back (and paid them).
>>>
>>> I asked someone to rub my body and touch me gently (I did not pay them, they are my regular intimate)
>>>
>>> I asked several people to spend time with me, for lunch, for dinner, just to be in the same space
>>>
>>> I asked several people to accompany me to my doctor’s appointments, and wait for me until they were over.
>>>
>>> I asked my friends to send me funny things from the Internet because laughing makes me feel good.
>>>
>>> I did say no
>>>
>>> I said no to someone else’s intern who wanted me to hold their hand through a software installation
>>>
>>> I said no to three people who wanted help building websites
>>>
>>> I said no to a meeting I did not have to be at
>>>
>>> your learning supplicant,
>>>
>>> m
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> On Mar 1, 2008, at 2:12 AM, LK wrote:
>>>
>>>> Dear Supplicant,
>>>>
>>>> The oracle requests that you perform two exercises. One involves breathing through your nose one nostril at a time. Hold the other one shut. breathe in, change nostrils, then breath out and in again. Change.
>>>>
>>>> The other involves locating a sauna in your neighborhood and sitting in it. You might have to pretend to join a gym. It’s probably better if you wait for your leg wound to heal somewhat first. The oracle has heard good things about this place, which while not quite in your neighborhood, feels like a resonant harmony with your current state: http://www.russianturkishbaths.com/enter.html
>>>>
>>>> “being early” is an intense space to occupy. Be very careful. Be sure to look at a wide variety of colors, especially blues and purples, whenever you’re early.
>>>>
>>>> yours in bliss,
>>>>
>>>> LK
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> On Feb 25, 2008, at 7:47 PM, m wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> Dear Oracle,
>>>>>
>>>>> I pull at my spinning planets to slow them down:
>>>>>
>>>>> Today I informed a colleague that I would not be able to be a guest lecturer in her class, as previously arranged.
>>>>>
>>>>> Today I told a client I had a health issue and would not be able to deal with their website issues at my usual speed.  (And then delegated it to my assistant.)
>>>>>
>>>>> Today I am going to be early.
>>>>>
>>>>> in supplication and heavy-yoga-breathing
>>>>>
>>>>> m
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> On Feb 25, 2008, at 10:41 PM, LK wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Supplicant,
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The oracle requests that you send data re future activities so that she might better channel your unresolved energies.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Presenting successful resolutions to the oracle only effects currently spinning planets at their current spin rate.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Continue with the prostrations, as directed.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Yours in bliss,
>>>>>>
>>>>>> LK
>>>>>>
>>>>>> On Feb 24, 2008, at 4:53 PM, m wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Oh Guru of Calm,
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Oh High Priestess of Doing-Nothing-Ness
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I report these things which I am not doing:
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I did not go to the big event at the studio on Saturday, even though everyone else was there.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I am not doing the alumni interview.  I contacted the Alumni chair, and told him i had an emergency and could not do it.  His problem now.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I am not going in to school for the applicants job talk on tuesday.  Emailed in, and told them I had a medical procedure on monday.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I am not going in to the studio on Tuesday, even though I dont have to go in to school.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I turned down an interview for a exhibition catalogue. They can reprint something i already did. Or not. That is enough.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Your supplicant initiate
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> m
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
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>>>>
>>>
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>

Reiki & Anticipation

A famly friend was over, with her whole family (dog included.)  Her new sister in law is a Reiki practitioner.  (I think I mentioned the wedding a few weeks ago)  So she did some work on me.  A lot of it was similar to what my massage person has done.  Certain ways of holding and touching the feet and ankles, holding & rubbing the belly.  By the time she was done, I was so deeply relaxed I fell asleep for 3 hours.

I guess the idea is that the chi is blocked and the Reiki helps unblock the chi.  So it leads to a quickening of the healing process.  I don’t know whether it was just psychosomatic, but I was very relaxed from it.  Its hard to say.

Not so relaxed now, though.  Sunday night is such an emotionally turbulent time for me.  Tomorrow I will hopefully start the final week of the treatment.  I hope I clear the liver test.  I haven’t taken any Tylenol for two weeks, so that is not a factor.  I feel pretty good; I mean *right now* I have a pit in my stomach and have been crying off and on, but before I started thinking about the blood tests tomorrow, I was felling pretty good.

N.B. I noticed that I had a montly archive on the side of the blog.  It shocked me to realize that I had been here for so long. It has been five weeks, going on the sixth.

Somehow Saturdays are so hard

I don’t quite understand, but Saturdays are the hardest day of the week.  I make it through a whole week of infusions with high energy and good spirits, and then Saturday I crash hard.  Same as the previous weeks.  I sleep in way too late.  Have no energy.  Cry for no reason.  Can’t eat.  No fun.

Today the plan was to go to the beach.  Really, it was my brother’s plan.  To take KM to the Oregon coast, and to let one of the dogs play in the wet and.  I was the limiting factor.  He kept asking me if i was ready yet.  I was still in my bathrobe.  I knew that we were going to be getting there really late.  I felt pressure.  And then I started crying.  I didn’t want to hold them back, but I aslo wanted to go.  I also didnt want to go, but I didn’t want to give up and not go.  Oh, what a jumble in my head.

I did go.  It was worth it.  The wind was strong.  The ocean was big. The dog was really happy. I slept on the way there and the way back.

x left this morning (no beach), P left to be with his girlfriend’s family last night, and KM leaves tomorrow morning at some really early time.  LK and I are going to hang out on Monday, but other than that, my friends have returned home.  I am, of course, a little bit sad from that.  But I also know that I have all my friends in NYC when I return.  Seven days.

I’m feeling really stifled by my family right now.  I know they don’t mean to.  But it happens. I’m really looking forward to going back to my regular life.

That said, I’m scared to have to take responsibility for so much of what my mother has been helping me with.  From helping me figure out what I could possibly eat, to making it, to doing my laundry, to supporting me emotionally.  NYC/Brooklyn is going to be a culture shock.  It is going to be hard again.  And there are going to be lots of people.

Day 15: Week 3 done

That’s about the most important thing today.  Week three is done.  And I kicked its ass.

I’m pretty tired right now, but a lot of that has to do with all of the excitement from my many visitors, and all of the exciting things we have done.

The pizza party was awesome.  Our hike was really aggressive.  All the way from the bottom of the marquam trail to Council Crest (elevation 1,100 ft), and then back down to my parents house on Sherwood (elevation 600ft).

And today we went out for really nice dinner.  P picked it.

I was freaking out on the way there.  Just an exhaustion/hunger/panic episode.  Tired, and claustrophic in the car.  Everyone was loud and boisterous, and my mom was getting lost, and driving erratically.  I was crying quietly for the last 5 minutes.  And when we finally got there, i just got out of the car at a stop sign, saying “i need to get out”  and walked into an empty field/lot.  I sat down and cried and then meditated.  And then did childs pose.  It calmed me down a bit.

I had to go out again towards the end of dinner because I was so tired I was getting to the point where I couldn’t take it.  So I went out there and did a little sit.  P sat with me for a little bit.  It was nice.  The sun was setting right into our closed eyes.

day 14: EPIC pizza party

i’m having a pizza party!

and then we’re going to have a big hike

so many people are coming, i don’t even know how many

like 8 people, or something.  and that’s not counting my parents

i had 4 ppl w/ me for infusion today.

we spent a lot of time trying to figure out whether it was a posse, a crew, or an entourage…!

and my brother comes in late tonight

its pretty cool

Day 13, the happiest I’ve been

I’m the happiest I’ve been in half a year.  For a number of reasons.  The advice/counseling I got from the Naturopath on Monday has really helped.  It is a mental game, and as long as I stay tough mentally and take care of my body, I am doing much better.

It helps that they also reduced my dose after the break I took because my liver function was too elevated it.  They dropped it from 20 MIU/m2 to 13.3 MIU/m2.  I learned about what the whole MIU/m2 thing is too.  They give me my dose based on the surface area of my body(!)   So, for every square meter of surface area, I am now getting 13.3 Million Units of the Interferon drug.  I am getting 28MIU, so I guess I have a surface area of 2.10 m2.  I guess they calculate that from my BMI.

And then when I got home from my physical therapy & yoga my former roommate and best friend P was sitting on the deck chatting with my mom! He came as a surprise visit.  It was awesome.  I was on a high.  He took me to get my infusion.

Then we went on a hike on the Marquam trail.  It was at dusk.  Beautiful.  And it was for 45 minutes, and we were walking really fast.  I sweated a lot.  I think it was the most exercise I have had since February.  So we got to the top of council crest, and waited for one of my parents to come pick us up.

As we were sitting there waiting for a car that should have been there sooner than it was arriving to figures in profile come walking directly towards us.  One of them is walking very intently, and the profile looks really familiar.  And I realize it is my dearest friend x from LA, and then i realize the other person is my best friend from LA KM.  And i was so shocked, and amazed, and confused, and elated.  I turned to P and asked him something like “what they hell is going on?” and he said “oh, I was just the decoy” and I threw him to the ground with a yell of happy betrayal.  And then I tackled x to the ground in a hug, rolling around in the grass.  And then got up and tackled KM to the ground and rolled around.  And then got up and was so happy.

My brother comes tomorrow night.  And my dear friend LK is coming up from Santa Cruz in a totally separate plan.  I thought it was going to be a good weekend because I was going to have one friend in.  Now I have 4 plus my brother!  Amazing!

i am the happiest I have been in half a year.

note: this is the first post I have tagged “happy.”  Its a new tag.

day 12, a meditation question

The drugs were fine today.  I mean, I felt like shit, but it was okay.  I am not going to let it keep me down.  I had headache and chills and fever when I got home.  Not as much of a spike as the first day restarting, but I felt worse longer.

Last night I had a meditation conundrum.  I realized I might be doing it wrong.  I was using music to block out the sound.

so I asked three meditation-minded friends a question:

can you listen to music?  what do you do when your environment is really loud?

i know you are supposed to do it silently.  and i had just listened to one guided meditation by gil fronsdal where he says explicitly that it is not allowed, and that it is a crutch.  his reasons make sense.  but he lives somewhere in marin county.  you could hear cars driving by every three or four minutes, but that was the only sound.  plus he’s an expert, and i’m a beginner, and I need this for my health.  it may be a crutch, but people with broken legs use a crutch until their leg is strong enough, no?

when I do it at the infusion center at the hospital i use early ambient brian eno to block out the noise.  which is about as close as you can come to listening to white noise.  the center is loud, with phones ringing and machines beeping, and all kinds of old folks gabbing away and trading war stories about their chemo?

or also thinking about when i go back to nyc, and the apartment is so loud.  just the apartment.  people upstairs, people in hallway, friggin loud refridgerator.  i dont expect that will be anywhere near as bad as the hospital, and yet being able to do it at the hospital is crucial for my calm.

I asked three people.  My massage/healer/counselor person, HT who is a verifiable Tibettan Buddist (proving her street cred by flying across the country to hear one of the holy men speak), and SL who whispered something about learning to meditate across the studio table very early after my diagnosis (with his trademark crafty one-sided raised eyebrow.)

My massage person said that yes, it was a crutch, but because I was not using the music for entertainment, but for more of a white noise effect, it was okay for now.  The most important thing was that I was getting what I needed from the meditation.  That the music is familiar to me, and therefore comforting; part of the problem with the the infusion center is that it is scary, so the comforting effect may help me be more mindful.  (we spent more time talking today, than we did massaging.  that is def what i needed today.)

SL is hardcore (as usual), while acknoweldging that rules are always meant to be broken (also as usual).  He wrote:

I use earplugs sometimes.  There’s also something called sound meditation where you try to hear every sound but not focus on any of them.  Or something like that.  I have only *heard* about it. har har.

This might be helpful?  I haven’t heard it myself…

http://www.buddhanet.net/audio-meditation.htm

Mindfulness of sound and thought, firstly instructs on how to use sound as an object of meditation then asks the listener to shift attention to thoughts. The second part of this track is more instruction on how to manage difficult thoughts when they arise rather than a guided meditation.

But the thing to remember is that the noise out there is just like the noise of your thoughts. They’re just gonna be there. Always. And what you’re learning is how to get past the noise (noisy thoughts or audio noise) and let it go. A busy room is tricky, but it’s a great place to practice!

Also, do what you gotta do.  The rules aren’t rules.

HT is a softy, though wise. She wrote:

of course.

and no, you are not supposed to do it silently. at least, it’s not the only way. that’s only a part of it. and there are totally all kinds of different ways to meditate.

yes, the music is a crutch, but i think it is important to identify what it is aiding. it’s aiding you to stay calm, which at this time i imagine is very important in getting through your treatments.

in the future, when you have a little bit more ‘space’ (the japanese word is ‘yoyuu’…can’t quite describe it but maybe S would have a better word), when you’re back in nyc etc. i imagine that would be a situation in which you could develop your ‘meditation’ further- which from what i have learned so far is about trying to be in the present, looking at oneself, and it is a way in which we can develop our mind as a muscle- our mind to stay calm amidst all the chatter of thoughts, desires, insecurities, the sound of cars, apartments etc.

So I went halfway.  I listened to the guided meditation tape, but I turned up the volume so that the hiss of the recording noise and the MP3 compression noise was loud enough to just dull the sounds around me.  I could hear talking, but I couldn’t understand the words.  That was enough.  I just need to get through these next two weeks.

I did get a chance this evening to meditate “in silence.”  Right before dark I walked up the Marquam trail to Fairmount, a steep uphill 15 minute hike.  When I got to the top I sat on a rock and waited for my dad to come pick me up and take me back down.

It was dark by then, and not many cars were driving by.  It is true, what SL said.  Its all noise.  Even the swishing of the branches of the trees, the rustling of the leaves, and the scurring of the squirrels are noise that you have to block out to concentrate.  I could see the lights of each car through my eyelds, and I spent most of my time resisting the urge to look and see if the car that was approaching was going to stop for me.  As it turns out I was distracted by most of the cars that passed, but not my father’s car when he arrived.  Maybe he turned out his lights?  Maybe he was just going slow enough that the engine was mostly silent.  His arrival and my opening my eyes was very peaceful.

Then I got rather feverish on the ride back down(!)

UPDATE: SL points out that I got my facts wrong, and that it is easy to be a hater:

Also, Gil Fronsdal is in Redwood City – which is why you hear the cars going by in his talks.  Kornfield is in this totally remote part of Marin County or Fairfax or something.  Where it is almost totally silent except for the trees and everything else.

What’s funny is when I’ve been to Spirit Rock (the remote location) people will come in late and they make noise and you just *hate* them.  Even though you’re not supposed to.  “what the fuck just sit down already”  Then you gotta work with the noise AND the fact that you’ve turned this person you’ve never even seen into the worst person in the world.

I’ve heard about long retreats where people fall asleep and start snoring.  Or my friend Annie was on a silent retreat (no speaking for days) where someone’s watch alarm went off every hour or something and they never thought to turn it off.  When you’re not speaking to anyone it’s really easy to turn that person into the worst person in the world in your mind.

Sleeping potion

this is the guided imagery meditation i do right as i am going to sleep, which is “an especially powerful time” according to Belleruth.

Belleruth Naparstek’s Meditations to Relieve Stress

It’s kind of supercheese.  But it totally works:

i haven’t made it past the first five minutes

i fall asleep each time

that’s the idea, of course. she says so. in my ear.

i have one about Cancer, but i have been kind of scared of it.  but i will try it out soon.

Interferon reboot: day 11 or day one again

It wasn’t as bad as the first day for sure, but I did have the chills/fever pattern. I was so worried about my liver function being low enough, I didn’t take any preventative Tylenol (as I had been the first two weeks), so I immediately felt the effects even as I was getting up from the infusion chair. And definitely on the way home in the car.

When I got home I took some Tylenol and Advil, and crawled into bed with all the covers and the heating pad. My muscles were on the threshold of contracting and doing the chills/shake thing that Bob told me about. But I didn’t go into shakes. I hugged the heating pad around my chest, slept off the chill for an hour and a half, and woke up sweating with a mild fever feeling. And hungry.

Following my Naturopath’s advice, I ate a lot, exercised a bit (15 minute walk), and am about to go meditate. I feel much more in control mentally. And, of course, I am control minded, shall we say. (Appending the work “freak” just seems unsavory in this context…)