....what a party it was!

Prior to the start of the 5 pm party at the CASA (local worker owned resturant), a friend asked me if I was nervous about what was to happen at the party. I ventured that I was nervous because I had nothing to do with setting it up and I also didn't know what it was all about. So, at 5 pm Anne and I walked into the CASA and found out that I was the first honoree as an "Eater Owner" at the CASA. They laid out a food spread and had a bar tab for me and everything. Too bad with the chemo I really don't feel like drinking much--but we had a few. It was wonderful, I even received a plaque.


This illness seems to have left me very sensitive to hearing about good things happening--sometimes even if they don't happen to me. Surprisingly enough, I did not "well up" with tears I just had a very good time. I was deeply honored by the award and by my many friends who showed up to party. Many thanks to all and especially the CASAites!!

Now I am looking forward to my second chemo treatment on Monday. Sounds funny to say that, but it has been almost 3 weeks with no treatments or medicine, etc. Even though the chemo makes me kinda sick, I feel like we are trying something that just might work. I hope to try everything that I can in order to improve my condition/position. By the way, my condition is about the same. I have a tightness in my right chest and I quickly become short of breath. But I can still walk uptown to go out to eat, etc. A distance of about 1/3 mile.

One problem is connected to any illness of this sort and that is feeling this pain or that in various places and "now I have something else". That is quite possible, but mostly a hypocondriac condition I am happy to say.

Hair is still falling out--although not in chunks yet. I am damn tempted to shave my head, although I probably won't. I had lots of good suggestions for head, head, and hats last night, so something will come of the missing hair soon.

I guess I will close and try once again to get organized! Now that I am not really working, I have so many things that I want/need to get done. I remember some years ago asking a friend why he feared retirement. I just couldn't understand it. His answer was, "because my work defines my day". Wow, I surely can see that now. Many days I just putter about thinking of all that I didn't get done.

I must close now and do something useful and rewarding. Maybe I will clean the hair out of my keyboard.

wil