Life of the (Devouring) Mind
A Blog About Living With Brain Cancer
Monday, March 16, 2015
Press Again To Reset
I just had a moment of realization - I use a lot of ellipses in my posts. It is either very sloppy and lazy (probable) or their use is my attempt to signify that these thoughts and observations are just points along a continuum that never stops. Conclusions? Very rarely. The way that my mind is working now, fleeting insights however brief, continue to flow even if I can't hold them as long as before.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Still On The Path
Where is this path going? I still don't know but it looks nice up there. Come to think of it, it is pretty good right here. One thing that I am sure of - it is truly wonderful to be moving again.
I haven't posted since June which is a pretty long hiatus. This blog has become a bit sporadic you might say. I feel like I've passed into yet another new phase. When I think back, I find it challenging to trace all of the different phases, states of mind, and perspectives over the last four and a half years. It honestly feels like several lifetimes.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Back To Life
While I haven't posted anything in a long time - I'm still here and doing well. It has been tough and we've been through the wringer - but it seems that I have finally emerged on the other side. We've gone through more transitions. Steph has gone back to work in a new job and after a lot of soul searching, I decided it was time to retire from the State Department. Saying that word, "retirement", still kind of sticks in my throat but I felt that it was time.
So, I'm figuring it out and adjusting to this, the next transition.
I planted a vegetable garden and I've been gratified to watch it flourish. I find it tough to describe just how much satisfaction I derive from this small garden patch.
Thanks again for all of the support, love, and encouragement - I wouldn't be here without it.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Hard Slog
I haven't posted anything is quite some time, nothing in over two months it looks like. I apologize for not checking in more regularly. The pages have been empty but the days have been quite full. I went back to work full time around mid-August. I landed in the Bureau of Oceans and International Environmental and Scientific Affairs in The Office of Policy and Public Outreach. It is a mouthful but welcome to Washington - acronyms R US! We've never met a name or concept that couldn't be obscured or complicated by the use of an acronym. I felt that it was a good place for me to return to work - the issues are very interesting and important to me. It was satisfying to be back to work, engaged, and contributing. Things started to turn at end of September - I perceived a dip in my writing and was struggling to find the correct words to express myself. Definitely a new symptom and an unnerving one.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Finding Home
What seemed to all of us to be a move without end has finally come to rest. We've moved into a new house, on a new coast, and we are starting to feel settled. Three years ago, we had just landed in Australia - and what an ocean of time ago that feels like now. It has been a long journey and we're not done yet - we're feeling blessed to be starting a new chapter together. Honestly, I also feel a bit weary. It has been an extended and exhausting push to arrive here. We will all just keep moving forward together...and try and enjoy the views along the way.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Surviving and Thriving
It has been two months since I last posted and a lot has happened. We sold our place in San Francisco and bought a house in Northern Virginia which we plan to move into by the end of the month. We are overjoyed, nervous, and grateful. As recently as late January, I had serious doubts about reaching this point but here we are. I have more people to thank for this than a gushing Oscar winner but I'd like to try.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
How Far We've Come
It is bittersweet to put our place in San Francisco on the market. We landed here feeling things were pretty dire and that we needed to find a place where we could all recover. To put things in context, in the first ten months after my diagnosis, we moved five times, completed six trans-Pacific flights, and three hospitalizations. We were all wiped out - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. We needed a refuge and our small apartment here truly provided it. The three of us also did a lot of growing in this space which the markings on Walt's closet show.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Breathing Room
Walt running while we are enjoying the spring weather, having a BBQ at Chrissy Field |
Running wild - wait a minute, did he just bust out of Alcatraz? |
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Equinox/Spring
I'm a week late for an equinox post - but spring is just hitting it's stride in Northern California. Everything about our spring feels right, deep down into my bones. A rebirth. Easter, the flowers exploding, a new baseball season - the whole world is reset, rejuvenated, and reborn. Can I tap into some of this? I hope so....
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Preparation
Walt having breakfast at the VA after walking mommy to work |
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Shedding
Trading portraits with Walt on the walk home from school |
No, I'm not headed up river but I can't help thinking about The Heart of Darkness whenever I see a reflection of myself. It's odd but I'm pretty sure my brain made these leaps before it was radiated. It is a daily reminder that cancer has reached out and altered me even on the days when it is far from my conscious mind and I'm feeling great.
I appreciate that everyone seems to think that the Professor Xavier look agrees with me but I must admit that for me it is a sign that the cancer patted me on the head. Maybe it is a helpful prompt to keep my attention in the present and not waste any of this time.
Is it wrong to follow this quotation with - hey, I'm still feeling well? Actually, I am feeling great.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Puppies and Rainbows
It's been over two months since my last post which caused some friends and colleagues concern. Sorry about that. My body and spirit are slowly recovering from the combo of surgery, radiation, and chemo. I am still improving - honestly, I'm feeling better right now than at any time post-diagnosis.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Qualified Good News Part Two
Trying to take the long view - walking on Roman tiles near the Sea of Galilee |
Friday, September 21, 2012
Pool/Drop
The Crying of Lot 107081 |
I figure with the initial fitting, the treatments and scans, and the occasional delays, I probably spent in the neighborhood of fourteen hours locked into this thing. When I look at it now I think of perseverance rather than misery, patience rather than suffering, and hope rather than fear.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Mourning
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Grace
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Another Turn
If you don't know San Francisco, UCSF is the large complex at the foot of Sutro Tower |
This is somewhat analogous to how attuned you can become to subtle shifts in your body. Doctors are pretty frank about the fact that the MRI is an imperfect tool; a remarkable one but a window into the brain that lacks fine sensitivity. I could feel the change in my cancer before it showed up on a scan.
The good news from here is that after nearly a month of radiation, I'm feeling much stronger than when I started which has confounded my expectations in an entirely positive way.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
14 Days Done
Home sweet home for the next sixteen days |
Monday, August 13, 2012
Welcome To The Dungeon
Workers had only recently taken down the "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here," warning and put up the only slightly more uplifting "Radiation Oncology" sign. |
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Dropping In
I'm feeling a bit antsy and over adrenalized these past few days. My emotions are running all over the map. I apologize for the spotty responses that I have sent out to all of the well wishes and kind messages I've received. Focus remains at a premium and when I've felt it, I've tried to spend it on Walt and Steph and calming my own unsettled mind.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Im Westen nichts Neues
Dr. Walter is also adapting to the new UCSF data entry system |
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Changes
It's been a rather full two weeks - I had brain surgery, spent two days in the hospital, came home with twenty-three staples in my head, and got a new diagnosis.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Apple's Greens
When I picked Walt up from pre-school yesterday, he was very excited to show me the two new Curious George books he had in his cubby. "Where did you get these kiddo? " He explained that the teacher took us to "Apple's Greens" to look at books and he picked out the George books. "It's not like the library Daddy. I can keep these for ever and ever and ever."
This made my day or perhaps even my week or month. I'm not sure if this is nature or nurture but I do feel satisfied that Walt has his priorities in place.
This made my day or perhaps even my week or month. I'm not sure if this is nature or nurture but I do feel satisfied that Walt has his priorities in place.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Actually, It Is Brain Surgery
I am now scheduled to have surgery in one week. Is it possible for such a thing to be a pleasant surprise? I have been living for almost two years under the impression that I would never be a candidate for further surgery because of the diffuse nature of my cancer. So I am truly glad that this is not the case but after purging even the possibility of more surgery from my consciousness for so long, I'm once again trying to adjust to a new reality.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Longest Day
Looking north from the roof |
Saturday, June 16, 2012
One Step
It has been a very compressed couple of days. Time slowed down a bit as I waited to hear the conclusions of the tumor board and get the call from my doctor. Yet I have to say, it was very different from Wednesday. The shock was gone and I just wanted some information that would help me focus on the next step - what can we do next and when will we do it?
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Change is good, right?
Walt's backseat perspective heading home |
Monday, June 4, 2012
Feeling Funny
I have to quote the late 70's genius of Steve Martin again (and it probably won't be the last time.)
"You know, a lot of people come to me and they say Steve, how can you be so f*****' funny? There's a secret to it, it's no big deal, I'll be honest with you - before I come out, I put a slice of baloney in each one of my shoes. So, when I'm on stage, I feel funny."
This is where I've been for a few weeks now - feeling funny - but laughs are hard to come-by.
"You know, a lot of people come to me and they say Steve, how can you be so f*****' funny? There's a secret to it, it's no big deal, I'll be honest with you - before I come out, I put a slice of baloney in each one of my shoes. So, when I'm on stage, I feel funny."
This is where I've been for a few weeks now - feeling funny - but laughs are hard to come-by.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Eclipses & Ellipses...
It has been a very long time since I posted anything - and that can either be positive or negative - or a bit of both which is, in fact, the case.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Commonweal
It's hard to believe it's been four months since I attended the Commonweal Cancer Help Program for a week in Bolinas just south of Point Reyes. I stayed at Pacific House above and spent hours walking and sitting on this bluff over looking the ocean. The wild irises are blooming all over the bluffs now in late March. I came home from my retreat in December having learned so much - I had a burning desire to write about the experience which I now view as a turning point in how I understood my cancer. Unfortunately, I also left Commonweal with a raging infection in my teeth, that was probably related to the chemo or steroids or both. In any case, I was in pretty rough shape for the next two months and I lost the drive to work on much of anything. I was only able to share my thoughts on the week with Steph in bits and pieces.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Second Opinion, Third Opinion
It might seem strange that we've made it this far into treatment without ever seeking a second opinion. I guess I did have an initial opinion when I was first diagnosed in Australia but I would hardly count that. No, the entire time we have relied exclusively on the viewpoints of my doctors at UCSF. (Along with our own research and desires of course.) I feel very fortunate since it is one of the finest hospitals in the country for treating brain cancer. On top of that, whenever I see my doctor she presents my case to the "tumor board" made up of all the neuro-oncologists, neurosurgeons, radiation oncologists - everyone in the department with potential insights - so that I benefit from their views as well. These folks might walk right by me on the street on the street but if I happened to be holding my brain MRI - they'd say,"Hey, I know you....
The point is, I don't feel underserved by UCSF. I feel confident in the care I've received and the treatment plan that I've pursued. Still, we've come to another crossroads in my treatment. I'm off chemotherapy (I can go back on if there is a turn for the worse) and I still would rather defer whole brain radiation as long as possible - so what to do?
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Slouching Towards 2012
It's been quite awhile since I have written and it is not for lack of material. The last month has been filled to overflowing with things I want to write about - participating in the Commonweal Cancer Help program,
having my three month MRI (no change), getting a second and third opinion at Stanford and MD Anderson - but honestly my month has been dominated by one mundane, prosaic thing which has prevented me from writing - a bad tooth.
having my three month MRI (no change), getting a second and third opinion at Stanford and MD Anderson - but honestly my month has been dominated by one mundane, prosaic thing which has prevented me from writing - a bad tooth.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thanksgiving/Advent
Thanksgiving 1971, I'm on my mom's lap in the middle-right of the picture sporting a red that I haven't worn since |
With my grandfather at the same Thanksgiving |
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. While it has slowly morphed and been perverted into the day before black Friday (aptly named even if it lacked irony), I've always thought of Thanksgiving as the most incorruptible celebration. It feels like a religious observance but it is as secular and universal as we can get in America - gather with friends and family, eat, and be consciously appreciative of the good things in your life.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Brainstorm
I woke up two mornings ago to the amazing sight of a fast moving rainstorm rolling toward us from the Pacific about a mile away. The gorgeous but somewhat eerie light lasted only a few fleeting minutes but signaled that things were about to radically change. A pounding rain lashed our building minutes later. It rained most of the morning and then it passed.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Glass of Dirt
This has become part of my daily ritual (a twice daily ritual actually), drinking my "glass of dirt" as Walt has dubbed it. It is part of the Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment which has been an important tool in my cancer fight.
If you are wondering, it looks like dirt and it tastes like dirt so Walt is a pretty astute observer.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Handshakes
Last week, the friends and colleagues I entered the Foreign Service with (the 133rd class of A-100 "Standing and Clapping") hit another milestone on the road of a State Department career as "handshakes" went out for everyone's third assignment.
The first milestone, in my opinion, is the opening day on A-100 when we all collectively and without much pomp and circumstance (standing in the lobby of FSI) swore an oath to uphold and defend the Constitution.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Summit Leads To Эпоха застоя
It was Always Sunny In Philadelphia until the last day of the conference and the 5K which is why Steph appears to be frozen in this shot. |
I'm not sure what I expected, certainly not a miracle cure that had somehow eluded me before, but I wanted something - some kernel of hope, some promising procedure that I hadn't come across yet - and unfortunately, that simply doesn't appear to be out there.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Noyo
I had the chance to take Walt to possibly my favorite place on earth recently - Camp Noyo - a former logging camp in the redwoods of Mendocino County which became a boy scout camp in the early 1930's. Our family has been coming there for, after Walt's visit with his cousins, five generations now. We didn't do much traveling as a family growing up (perhaps that's why the travel bug bit me so badly when it did) but we did drive up to Noyo and spend a few days on a fairly regular basis. Our times there as a family are some of the happiest that I can recall - when it was clear the we all felt content and at home. It was fun to see Walt's joy in experiencing it all for the first time.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Captain America vs The Hulk
I know this post is a little late as it has been a week since Captain America roamed the Avenues very politely asking, "Trick or treat?" Walt quickly surmised that wishing strangers "Happy Halloween" was also the way to go. We had a fun night and I'm happy to say that all of the pleasure was going door to door, seeing the costumes and decorations (Walt generously wished a stick figure on a lawn,"Goodnight skeleton!") and filling the bag - actually eating the candy he is less interested in. It was satisfying to watch the light go on and see him "get it" and throw himself into the weird fun of the day versus the bewildered and oddly serene Incredible Hulk that he was as a six month old in Moscow.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Pretty Good, Not Bad, I Can't Complain
All things considered, our participation in the Silicon Valley Brain Tumor Ride was a big success. As I wrote last week, I've been a bit foggy and lacking in energy since tapering down on dexamethasone a couple of weeks ago, so I had my doubts about having enough in the tank for a fifty-mile ride (kind of embarrassing since we used to ride 75 to 100 miles a day without giving it a second thought). Happily, I felt great and even had enough for some unplanned detours - a combination of poor signage on the route and generally being unfamiliar with the Peninsula - when all was said and done, I probably rode closer to 60 or 65 miles (including a few at the finish that I could have done without).
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