Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Happy Autumn Equinox

If the gourds and squirrel on Google right now are to be believed -- and why wouldn't you believe a squirrel? -- summer is officially over and it's now fall. 

Bummer.

Speaking of transitions, in addition to getting the PET scan, tomorrow I go back to being a semi-serious cancer patient. This is to say, for the first time since last December I'll be getting a chemo infusion. Joy. At least it won't come with a 48 hour infusion pump, which I guess is something. 

But here's the thing about tomorrow's infusion. The chemo drug they'll be giving me is called irinotecan. If you read the drug information sheets (and/or the web sites) about irinotecan you'll see they combine two words which, frankly, I didn't know could be combined. Those words are "fatal" and "diarrhea."

Fatal? Really? There are a lot of things I can imagine dying from, but I have a hard time imagining dying from that -- and don't particularly want to try to imagine it, never mind experiencing it.

But here's the other concerning point, for me anyway: roughly twenty-four hours after the infusion I'm going to be getting on a plane bound for London, and then one headed to Budapest.

I'm starting to hope I have an aisle seat. 

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  1. It might make you feel better to know that everyone else on your flight hopes that too.

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    1. Don't I know it. Nothing makes friends (enemies?) like medical emergency at 30,000 feet.

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  2. I like your friend Papa Bradstein, John!! Have an uneventful flight and fabulous trip!!!!

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