Cancer Is Boring

My apologies to anyone who's been wondering where I've been since Monday.

The cancer lesson for this week: cancer is boring. When they aren't filling you full of chemo, or your body isn't reacting to the chemo they've already given you, there really isn't much to write about. Time marches on and you go to work and live the day to day, though with the added flavor of wondering if you're in fact wasting what may be one of a (very) limited number of days left. 

And that cheery thought leads to the fundamental problem of a cancer blog: cancer -- especially cancer of the so-called "non-curable" variety -- can always be relied on to engender thoughts on the subject of dying. But oddly enough, every time I write about dying it seems to upset people. Go figure. 

On the other hand, perhaps the more one writes and thinks about death, the less upsetting it becomes (yeah, right -- I've been thinking of almost nothing else since June 20 and I still find it upsetting). 

In any event, I'm still here and will try to avoid such long periods of radio silence in the future.