Dawn sky |
I did not post an entry to this cancer journal last week
because another five-day round of chemo had me pretty much flat out beat,
exhausted, energy depleted. When that happens, you’ll find me on a bed
somewhere, either reading or sleeping, often both at the same time.
This month’s MRI and visit with the neurooncologist went OK,
though my wife and I admitted to some dread beforehand. You don’t know what the
news is going to be. Swelling around the tumor site was down a little, and my
platelet count looked promising for that next round of chemo. My left hand and
arm remain mostly numb and may stay that way, though I have some sensation of
touch, pressure, and temperature.
Hard to describe: I encourage anyone reading this to fully
appreciate the complexity of neural sensations that interrelate without our
conscious awareness most of the time and permit us to perform everyday tasks requiring
hands and arms. Meanwhile, I have recovered the ability to touch my left index
finger to my nose with eyes closed, though I suspect I have relearned that somehow
in the same way I relearned how to tie my shoes and floss my teeth.