The last time I weighed 165 lbs., I was training to run the Boston Marathon. That’s my weight now, after six weeks of cancer treatments.
One effect of the chemotherapy is that it cured my psoriasis, although I have been told the flaky patches will probably return. There is also the effect that chemo had on my facial hair.
Before chemo:
After chemo:
Update: Once again, I am now clean-shaven.
I had surgery the Friday before Memorial Day, and I had my final radiation treatment the Friday after Labor Day. The going got extremely tough toward the end, but it’s done.
The chemo has made me anemic, so I feel weak and fatigued. I’m still in some pain, but with the promise that I won’t need the narcotic pain killer I’m taking after a week or two. Another effect of the treatments is that I’m down to my marathon training weight, but without the benefit of being in good physical condition.
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Today was supposed to be my last cancer treatment day. Instead, it is the penultimate day, because of what happened on Tuesday, the worst day of my life.
MIT Technology Review profiles Tom Scholz.
https://www.technologyreview.com/2024/08/27/1095835/not-just-another-band-from-boston/
This is the breakthrough album that made Scholz’s non-existent band, Boston, an overnight sensation.
I caught some of this BBC podcast today, and I’m sufficiently interested to start listening from the start.
So, how am I doing, on the home stretch of cancer treatments? It’s like he said in a galaxy far, far away.
I’ve completed Day #15 of my treatments, out of 28. The final day will be September 5, the 18th anniversary of this weblog. With the toughest part yet to come in the second half, I’m going to watch a favorite video. The best of Scopitone, presented in a gorgeous, newly remastered HD transfer.
I first posted this picture of 20-year-old me and my pal Denro ten years ago. It was taken after the 1976 Falmouth Road Race. Oh, to be young again!
