Home and lazy
Today’s the 9th, so it’s obviously been a while since I posted last about this illness. For those interested, all’s going well. I’ve been home almost a week, with my dad’s having moved into the guest room so that my fiancee can go to work as usual and needn’t worry about me, at least not unnecessarily.
The memory is making a slow comeback. What’s interesting to me is how it’s all in there, except perhaps the earliest days of my hospital stay. I could look at pics of my doctors and know who’s who; I can tell you just about anything about recent events if given just a little context; and I’m 100% aware of what my medical problem is—specifically, cancer of the thymus, my body’s youthful exuberance in making way WAY too many antibodies to fight the cancer, and those extra antibodies’ floating up to block the part of my brain responsible for short-term memory. At this point, since I’ve already had the thymoma cut out, we’re just waiting for my body to chill. Unfortunately, since it’s cancer, I’ll still have to go through six months of chemo—I’ll be in the market for hair and can’t stand to give my father the satisfaction of my being bald younger than he was, despite circumstances—but that treatment is essentially divorced from my memory’s recovery, which is a good thing. The chemo’s there to obliterate any cancer cells, but with the tumor very, very gone, it’s merely a matter of time for my memory to improve, which it has been immediately following the surgery but with still a long way to go.
And it’s worth saying, the messages coming in from everywhere have been an enormous help. Friends, family, readers even. It’s been wonderful getting support from every corner.
PS: Don’t forget to sail on the HMS Foreshadowing.
