Saturday, October 31, 2009

What i'm reading

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

Okay, people have been raving about this book for some time. I'm was wary of reading it because of something I like to call the Amelie Effect. When that movie came out, everyone and their mother was over the moon about it. "So clever," "So inventive," "You should see it!" So I did. Snooze.

So I've been wary of this kind of hype ever since. The Pulitzer Prize piqued my interest, so I gave it a go.

The book follows a family of Dominicans living in both Santo Domingo and New York. The book is full of Spanish phrases, science fiction references, and Dominican history. This book is like music. I felt like some of it just went gliding through my brain. I can't remember being so charmed by a book that was so sad. I'm still thinking about what the mongoose means. I highly recommend it.

Week 8 Football

8-5 last week. I'm not getting any better at this.

Texans over Bills

Ravens over Broncos

Bears over Browns

Cowboys over Seahawks

Rams over Lions

Colts over 49ers

Jets over Miami

Giants over Eagles (westbrook is going to be missed this week, I think)

Chargers over Raiders

Titans over Jags

Packers over Vikings

Cardinals over Panthers

Saints over Falcons

Let's see if I can crack the 8-5 record.

Monday, October 26, 2009

On blessings

I ended a previous post about the stress of the past few days with a statement about how we are blessed. Let me elaborate.

My favorite high school teacher (who would NOT appreciate my potty mouth on this blog) was once run over by a bus. He was in a great deal of pain, he drifted in and out of consciousness, and at one point he came too and told his wife he was hungry. She offered him the apple from her purse, the only food she had in the midst of the emergency room anxiety. He told me that eating that apple was the most enjoyable feeling of his life, and that nothing that he's ever eaten has tasted as good as that apple on the edge of his life.

I think that story is beautiful, but until now, I've never understood it (which was a blessing, may you never 'understand' it either). In the midst of the most painful situation of our lives, I've seen such kindness from every facet of our lives, I don't have words. My hubby's coworkers donated six weeks of leave to help him through chemo, friends have shown up with food and done grocery shopping and research and even loaned us a vacation house so we could hang out before all the madness started. Our church has been a constant source of support (one our ministers calls John about once a week. For a congregation our size, I think that's amazing.) I've cried on many shoulders, held many hands (including the feisty grandma of the bride last weekend) and have found myself propped up by dozens of hands (and not in a creepy Labyrinth way). For every sharp pain to my guy that cancer has delivered, I've had a basket of apples to choose from. That basket seems to be bottomless.

That's why I say we're blessed.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

What I don't talk about when you ask me how I am

I don't know if this dance is the same for every cancer spouse (I don't know if cancer spouse is even the right phrase. I think I made it up. If I stole it, I apologize to whoever), so I'm really only speaking for me. It goes like this:

Person X: How are you? Really?
Me: (Insert random platitude here)
Person X: I'm here for you if you need me. Please know that.
Me: Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.
Person X: (Insert cancer anecdote here)
Me: (Insert new platitude)
Person X: (Tell a story about how I need to take care of myself in order to better take care of hubby)
Me: (nod sagely)
Person X: (give me a story about why hubby means so much to him or her. No bullshit here, he's deeply and profoundly loved, and quite worthy of it all.)
Me: (Insert new bullshit platitude)
(hugging)

Here's what I think when all of this is going on:
How are you, they say, and my mind just buzzes and buzzes and buzzes about money, and how I have to work, and how I wish I could walk the dog normally, and how could one take-home medication be 5k, and how could insurance refuse it, and why the fuck can't I get a swine flu shot, and jesus where is my testing kit for my diabetes because I can't remember if I've taken a fucking pill this week and I can't fuck up my blood sugar on top of everything else and fuck fuck fuck?

I'm here for you, they say, and I think, take this bullshit cliche, don't make me talk about how I feel, about the death of the life I knew, about what babymaking means for us now, about what anything means for us now... take my cliche, swallow it like I mean it. I can't start and not stop. You can't volunteer and not take me over for a lifetime. I'm stuck. I need to talk about this forever or not at all. I need both. I need you to hear me all day everyday or never again. take the cliche. It's your unsticking. Don't be stuck with me. I can't get you out, and it's not fair to keep you here, even though I need you. I need you desperately, because I'm a bundle of need. Run. Run. Run away. Don't run. Save me. Nevermind. Run. I'm going to stop listening now, because you're about to make me cry, and when I start, I can't stop...

That's about how it goes.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The last 8 days



The post is bleak, so here's a puppy picture to brighten it up.

So hubby started chemo last Tuesday. There was a four-day hospital stay, two spinal taps, some (possibly excessive) steroid injections, a wedding, and some serious crabbiness. The first bout was rough... and it's slowly getting rougher. He's already lost 20lbs (He's a big guy, so it's not so bad) and his eyebrows are falling out. This is all going so fast...

Here are some fun (or odd) facts about chemo:
1. your can sweat it out of your pores for up to 48 hours
2. during chemo, you should courtesy flush (it's not just the pores!)
3. when they inject chemo into your spinal fluid, you get nasty migraines that only go away when you lie flat....for 12 hours at a time.
4. If you're still sweating out the chemo, caregivers should wear gloves when changing your bed linens

I remember the part of my life where none of this would have occurred to me.... it was a nice part.

I went to football practice tonight! It was so nice to see the ladies, and one of my fellow blocking backs told me about her kid's chemo (he was 2 at the time, and it was 14 months...) and offered me all the help and support I needed. I watched them run plays for awhile, played with their kids, and all had a good night.

I feel like crap. I feel exhausted. We're so unlucky.

But we're really, really blessed.

Week 7 Football

So I missed my picks last week. (The wedding was worth it, so I’m not complaining.) That’s probably for the best, as we’re entering the wild part of the season, and I can’t really figure out what each team really brings to the table. For instance: Is Denver really that good? I wouldn’t have said so before last weekend. How vulnerable is the Giants D? I know Brees can pack a wollop, but they did next to nothing out there against him. What is this Bengals team? How did the Titans go from zero to suck in one season? And, seriously Eagles? What the fuck?

I think so far this season there are a few reliable teams:

1. My Colts, reliably awesome
2. The Pats, but there’s some defensive issues that will come into play the next time they have a real opponent
3. Atlanta. How about that young QB?
4. The Chargers, reliably mediocre, and soon to be overhyped
5. Brown, reliably sucky
6. The Bills, also sucky
7. Ditto the Rams (see more about the Rams below)
8. Looks like the Bucs are going on this list too. I confess I don’t know much about them (I have an NFC blindside, I confess)
9. Oakland. That QB sucks. I’m sorry; they need to back to the drawing board. Poor guy has all the necessary components, but he can’t put them together to save his damn life.

Before I get to my picks for the coming week, I want to say something about the hubbub around Rush Limbaugh as a possible minority owner for the crappy, crappy, Rams. Let me preface this statement by saying that I find the man’s viewpoints deplorable, and I thought that his statements about McNabb were both appalling, and completely within my expectations for him. All that aside:

1. Journalists have an obligation to thoroughly research their information. WIKIPEDIA doesn’t cut it as a primary source. Of all the hideous things the man has said, why must you go the fiction route, CNN? That reporter should be fired.
2. With all due respect to Jim Irsay (a fine man who represents a fine football team) and Roger Goodell, this is still America. Being a race-baiting bigot doesn’t preclude you from being an entrepreneur. Racism is not illegal. It’s wrong. Those are two different issues with two different consequences. There are certainly players that wouldn’t want to play for Rush. I don’t blame them. That would be a problem. I think he would have been a bit of a liability for the Rams brand, but probably not more so than their record. That would be a problem. However, this could have been a teaching moment for Limbaugh. I don’t see anything so scary about black people (being one of them) that we can’t put Limbaugh in their proximity and push some real change. Certainly not the conservative black millionaires that the NFL kicks out. At this point, we’ve made Limbaugh and underdog, which unfortunately means that his microphone is, for the moment a megaphone. Bad move fellow liberals.

My picks:
Chargers over Chiefs, though I couldn’t tell you why

Packers over Browns

49ers over Texans…in a squeaker

Colts over Rams (Go Horse!)
Steelers over Vikings, because I finally found someone I hate more than Ben Roethlisberger

Pats over Bucs

Jets over Raiders

Panthers over Bills. The Bills give me indigestion

Bears over Bengals in a shocking game

I’m gonna say Falcons over Cowboys… I may regret it but I think so.

Saints annihilate the Dolphins

Giants, playing angry, kill the Cards

If the Eagles don’t beat the ‘skins, then they aren’t the team I thought they were.


OOH! I'm going to visit my team at practice tonight! I can't wait. More about that later.

What I'm Reading

You Suck: A Love Story by Christopher Moore

Christopher Moore is best known for the book Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. I haven’t read that yet, so I don’t have much to say about it (I think I’m reading that after my next book) other than this: the topic doesn’t strike me as a stretch for this author, and I’m betting it’s pretty good.

This book is a sequel to Bloodsucking Fiends, and follows the adventures of vampires set loose on San Francisco. I loved Fiends, it really captured the best of Moore’s skills, creating lovingly-created wacky subcultures that find themselves interconnected through loneliness and necessity (the book contains one of the funniest marriage proposals I’ve ever read).

That being said, there’s a passage in the book about how sleeping vampires don’t wake up during the day, and how a mortal considers dressing his vampire girlfriend up in a cheerleader outfit and sexually assaulting her. The book doesn’t treat the idea as assault (though that’s what it is), and our meek little beta male seems to think better of it.

And then, it pops up in You Suck. Except now, it’s actually happened, and the two characters discuss this egregious breach of trust as if it were a social faux pas. So now I hate the book. There were some interesting elements, it overlaps with another Moore book I enjoy, and I finished (because I rarely put a book down forever), but rape is not okay. It’s not something that happens because an awkward young man that’s new to relationships doesn’t know the score. It’s something that happens because of fucking rapists. I don’t understand why that’s so fucking confusing for people, and I’m fresh out of understanding on the topic. So, thumbs down, and a break from Christopher Moore for the moment.

Other favorites by this author: Bloodsucking Fiends

What I’m reading next: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. I want to see what all the fuss is about.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

This Post is better suited for Monday morning

My football picks are 8-4, and the Jets-Miami game has set a new precedent for me. Fake punts are now the best indicator of a crazy game.

I hope everyone enjoyed their long weekend. I was light on posting because my in-laws came to town to help us out. Hubby started chemo yesterday, and it’s good to have someone here to advocate for him full time, while I do annoying things like work. My father-in-law went home, but my mother-in-law is here for a month. I’m really glad to have some help!

There’s something about the city that I live in and fall. It comes in at night, and summer beats it back by early afternoon. The mornings are quite crisp these days, but by mid-afternoon everyone sheds their hoodies. It looks like an accelerated version of the shift from winter to spring. I kinda dig it, to be honest. It’s a small distraction from the sheer speed of my life these days. It’s nice.

So I finished the book I’m going to report on this week, I just need to collect my thoughts about a troubling trend I’m seeing in these books, and I’ll send all of my insights straight to you. I’m out of pocket this weekend, so I’ll try to load you up on good stuff before Friday when I disappear again.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Links for Friday

I said I wouldn’t post a link without comment. I didn’t say I wouldn’t post TWO links without comment. Here are two things I read today that caught my attention:


http://jezebel.com/5376642/dr-phils-teen-oral-sex-show-is-infuriating

When the women of Jezebel are on, they are ON.


http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gEpCqGB1apmy7fj_k0ARdkEdw06gD9B554IO0


One more time people: restricting the clothing choices of women is not the same as standing on the side of women’s liberation. In fact, it is the opposite (are you listening France? Don’t look away).

Week 5 football

Let me start by saying that I’m glad that Michael Crabtree finally signed his fucking contract. I’m so glad that I blew the first-round draft pick in my keeper league on him, because I doubt he’ll be useful for two years. Yay for me. Last year I drafted Felix Jones, who is a great placeholder for a healthy 2nd-year running back.

My picks:
Baltimore beats Cincy, in a squeaker
I don’t know if Cincy is great, but they are playing with a lot of heart these days, I have to admire that.

Carolina beats Washington, badly
Dan Snyder is cyanide

Cleveland beats Buffalo
I have no idea how this game goes. If I had the guts for my first week of internet picks, I’d say a tie.

Detroit beats Pittsburgh
The Steelers look like garbage this year. Detroit is full of heart and has nothing to lose.

Dallas beats KC

Minnesota beats St. Louis

Giants beat Oakland

Philly beats Tampa Bay

Finally we come to a good game!

Atlanta beats San Fran, but at the buzzer, and there’s probably a safety. (The single best indicator of a crazy football game is the safety. Bar none.)

Houston beats Arizona
I’m not too confident on this one, and I’d prefer that Houston went back to being the Houston of before, but what can I say? They look amazing.

Denver beats New England
Just because I’m a hater.

Jacksonville beats Seattle
Someone has to win this one.

Indy annihilates the Titans
Because the Titans suck, and because I bleed blue.

The Jets beat Miami in the lowest-rated Monday night game of the season.

I will be curious to see how Braylon Edwards adjusts to his new team. I have one suggestion for him: Act like someone raised you when you go out in public.

How we got here

It all started in early August, just after my birthday. I noticed that the hubby wasn’t really doing great. He seemed angry all the time, and he just didn’t seem to have any energy. We were fighting about stupid shit constantly, and I was really starting to wonder if we were going to need a come-to-Jesus meeting of some sort. He’d been to see his doctor sometime that month because he was having strange pains in his side. She gave him some antibiotics, told him it might be appendicitis and that if the pain got worse or included nausea, he should go to the ER immediately. He took the antibiotics and the pain went away, he said. By Labor Day weekend he was a raging asshole and I wasn’t sure I could deal with him anymore (and I was out of town). When I got home he was in so much pain that he couldn’t sleep. We went to the emergency room on Tuesday morning. I dropped him off, and they told me I couldn’t sit in the waiting room with him.

These motherfuckers put a security guard between me and my husband and they left him in the waiting room for 7.5 hours. If not for text messaging, I wouldn’t have known what was going on. I called everyone at the hospital I could find, screaming, yelling, and threatening to sue. I called his doctor and begged her to intercede (she declined. Bitch.). By the time they finally saw him, the pain was so bad that they put him on morphine.

After that things got worse.

After 8 days of hell, full of dipshit doctors, nonanswers, a steadfast refusal to give him his blood pressure medication, STILL MORE YELLING, an appendectomy, and a few nasty days trying to fight off an infection, and they sent him home. (Great nurses though.)

Two weeks later they got the results of the biopsy of his appendix, and they told us he had Burkitt’s lymphoma, a form of cancer rarely seen in the Western world.

Now he has tubes sticking out of his chest. It’s hard for me to wrap my arms around him in the surprise hugs that have been the hallmark of our relationship. He’s shaved his arms because he’s tired of losing hair from all the IVs. He’s covered in stubble, makes it hard to curl up to him (his whole body is fairly stabby). He’s more irritable than ever. He starts chemo next week. Our lives are upside-down.

Fucking cancer.

Obama reaction

I am huge Obama fan. I read Dreams of My Father just after I heard him speak at Kerry’s Convention in 2004. I love, love, love this man. I voted for this man in the primaries, and while I was there I had the pleasure of watching a woman in a walker go up to the check-in desk with her 65-year-old son and explain that he had to go into the booth with her because she’d never voted before. I gave to his campaign (a first for me), and I went to vote in the general election, I was treated to an hour of pure chaos wherein the youngsters amongst us dodged oxygen tanks, canes, walkers, and general elderly enthusiasm to make sure our elders got their chance to vote for a black president. We wanted to make sure that the people who faced down hoses and police dogs and staged sit-ins and suffered everyday indignities so we could have freedoms we often ignored and took for granted, got to vote for the first black president. I love him for that. I love him for what he represents to my people, and to my country as a whole.

As a Democrat who was horrified by the discourse of the past eight years, and weary from being told that dissent was the opposite of patriotism, tired of hearing “you go to war with the leader you have,” and frankly disgusted by the general use of jingoism as a substitution for nuanced thought, I was happy to have a thinker running for office. I was delighted to see a man who reasoned and pondered and picked things apart. He may not always be right, but his process indicated to me that he reached his decisions the right way, a way that allowed for the recognition of bad ideas. I’m not sure he’s seen all of his promise through on this front, but I’m proud of him and happy to have him nonetheless.

I just don’t understand why he got a Nobel Prize.

Seriously? I mean Seriously?

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/10/world/10nobel.html?_r=1

I promise not to just post links without comment very often, but the President won a Nobel Peace Prize for Diplomacy? I have to go to work. I will elaborate on this later.

What I'm reading

Fluke: Or, I know Why the Winged Whale Sings by Christopher Moore


Christopher Moore is best known for the book Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. I haven’t read that yet, so I don’t have much to say about it (I think I’m reading that after my next book) other than this: the topic doesn’t strike me as a stretch for this author, and I’m betting it’s pretty good.

Fluke follows the adventures of a whale scientist and his crew as they try to discover why whales sing. There’s a parallel to a biblical story, and a fair amount of magic, which made it easier to get through the science (and faux-science).


The exploration of the “beta male” is an ongoing theme in Moore’s work. (A Dirty Job has a great definition of the beta male.) His male characters are typically brave, kind, and eventually heroic, but they all begin the books obsessed with their own inadequacies. Moore is skillful at making these strange neurotic heroes compelling. Also, Moore has a knack for describing (or inventing) subcultures that are engaging and entertaining.

I probably shouldn’t try to write another one of these at 7 in the morning.


Other favorites by this author: Bloodsucking Fiends


What I’m reading next: You Suck: A Love Story by Christopher Moore

Thursday, October 8, 2009

An introduction, of sorts

I wanted to start a blog about my 30s. The crazy, odd blog I had my 20s was fun, but I lacked the discipline to keep it up. I meant to start a new one just after my birthday in August, but I never found the time. I figured I could talk about the flag football team I joined, and politics, and some pop culture, and the books I'm reading, maybe some stuff about being a UU....standard blog shit I suppose. Then I blew out my knee, so I won't be playing football for a while. The same day that I found out the specifics on my knee (torn ACL for the second time, possibly PCL, possibly meniscus tear) husband came home and told me he had cancer. And that I had to start writing again....

I'm not going to write a blog about fucking cancer.

At least not entirely.

I will touch on it, as it is currently touching me. I have a lot to say, and I'm rusty. This blog may suck for a while. It may be ENTIRELY about cancer for a while... It may be about anything BUT cancer for a while. The only thing I can guarantee is that there will be lots and lots of swearing.

That's all for now.