in the middle

halftime?
intermission?
c'mon glass, there's an analogy here somewhere...

with some argument from my insides, i can say now
that i have completely recovered from the surgery.
i am walking, moving, and living just like i used to.
and its fucking great.

most times, the thoughts of cancer, of surgery, of everything,
receeds to the back of my head, and quietly lays down for a nap.
but they wake easily...
running my hand across my belly, there's a twelve inch reminder:
of the weeks past, of the months ahead...

visited the oncologist this week and got my chemo recipe:
1 two hour IV treatment of oxyplatinum every three weeks
2 pills of xoloda taken twice a day between treatments
six cycles.
simmer.
for best results add supplements during treatment.


so here we are,
and i still don't have a metaphor...
the short break before the last climb?
ewey, thats cheeseball...
the deep breath before... aw gad thats worse...

honestly, it sucks to start over again.
to have worked back to feeling normal,
and to have to give that up...
but the last couple of weeks have been great,
and if anything, they are a reminder of what
it will be like after these six cycles are done...
that is something to look forward to.
on that note, i've included a picture from christmas in mexico:
chas and i warming our feet by the fireplace.
yum.