Cratering

Not to put to fine a point on it, but as many of the folks who see me daily have noticed, I'm cratering. Between the raging diabetes and the accumulated effects of the Xeloda, getting through the day is getting harder and harder. When you can barely stand to put on socks because your feet hurt so bad, can't open a cardboard box because your fingertips no longer function, and walking a couple of blocks to the bus is enough to lay you out on the couch for a few hours, you've got issues.

Next week is a big week on the oncology front. I get scanned on Tuesday and meet with my oncologist on Thursday. My agenda for that conversation will be focused on a re-balancing of the quality:quantity ratio. It's starting to feel like we've moved way too far in the direction of quantity, and I've got to shift back. 

The way I'm living currently is not how I want to be living. If something doesn't change quickly I fear my poor niece will be pushing me across Barcelona in a wheelchair. And as much as I'd like to take advantage of early boarding on the planes, riding in a wheelchair is not how I want to see Spain.