I’m back at the Chemo Cafe for round 7 of 12. Today it’s usually quiet, except for the sound of pumps beeping and nurses explaining in very soft voices what drug their starting you wouldn’t know where you are. I should be comforted by this lull but in truth it reminds me how frail a chemo patient is. The slightest sniffle or scrape to the knee can upset the whole applecart. A simple infection most people shrug off can become life threatening to anyone with a compromised immune system. Usually chemo must then stop to treat the \infection and give the body time to regroup. Personally, I find the thought of stopping the chemo for a minor infection horrifying. The relationship I developed with my chemo, my hero, my savior, my reason for 22 days a month of hell is helping me to live to see important life events we all look forward to. Chemo is like a giant hug from an elderly Aunt who uses too much Jean Naté. You want the hug and the love that goes with it and hopefully some jewelry and a Chanel Bag down the road but holy cow!!! The smell is unbearable but we do it anyway.
You might have read in the news about a blood test to detect pancreatic cancer. These tests are currently in the clinical trial stage and researchers are hoping it will prove to be useful for other types of cancer. I’m thankful their are people who agree to be a part of any clinical trial, but very often the people involved in these trials are there due to the fact that conventional treatments have failed them. They are reaching out to find the one thing that will save them.
I recently had a heated debate with an asshat from Malaysia who sent me a message in Facebook peddling his “cure” for cancer with barley tea!! Imagine that!!! Barley tea will cure cancer, diabetes, pulmonary disease AND will whiten and brighten your teeth. All this in one lil measly tea bag for the groundbreaking price of $19.99 usd a box. I guarantee Ron Popiel is kicking himself right now. I won’t go into the gory details and prolific use of swear words only a girl from Queens can hurl, but Mr. Barley Tea won’t be bothering anyone else on Facebook. The number of people preying on you in a group support on Facebook is mind boggling. I’ve been petitioning Facebook to ban these people on the grounds they pick those who are the at their most vulnerable. People who are looking for anything that will cure them, may give this barley tea a try despite it being not FDA approved or approved by any cancer research group. I’ve had no success yet but I’m not giving up. I’m obnoxious that way…..
The Leotard The leotard as we now know it was popularized by the famous French acrobat Jules Leotard (1842-1870) who called the garment a ‘maillot’, a word meaning tight fitting garment. However, it is suggested that the leotard’s true origins lie a century earlier when body stockings were favored undergarments for the popular diaphanous Roman gowns of the time. It was not until 1886 that the garment came to be called a leotard, after Leotard himself. (Gymnastics.com). Putting on a leotard always felt like a hug to me. My parents were not from the touchy feely tribe and so a hug to me was always special, even if it came from a very unflattering garment. I always wore a black leotard. Frowned on by my dance teacher as morbid and not appropriate, I used the excuse we couldn’t afford the pink ones but truth be told, black was my thing even back then…