The poison papers-day one.
devoted to the pursuit of all things of interest to former Douglas Aircraft workers and anything else that looks remotely interesting. I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation. . . . I am in earnest -- I will not equivocate -- I will not excuse -- I will not retreat a single inch -- AND I WILL BE HEARD-William Lloyd Garrison
The Dark Shadow Reemerges.
It has been a long time since I posted anything here but I will keep a running log of my experiences with a new round of chemotherapy for the same old shit.
That's right folks, my lymphoma has reemerged from wherever it was hiding. A biopsy and a couple dates with the oncologist and I will be undergoing a new set of experiences starting on Tuesday.
I think the bastard took advantage of me while I was in covidville and weaker than normal. I'm still not completely recovered from that as I lost about 20 pounds and I'm really weak in the knees.
This time it'll be different. No cyclophosphamide and no vincristine. The peripheral neuropathy is no fun and I'm lucky I only had it in my feet.
It will be two days back to back, and then a month off and repeat. In the meantime I have some antivirals and sulfa to take because my immune system is a pathetic pile of crap.
So. Onward we go.