Will you still love me to-marrow - John Mycroft and Multiple Myeloma

Blimey - a whole month since my last post.  Disgusting.  So, what's been happening?  On the health front, remarkably little.  Trump & Co are still trying to kill me off which will be a bit easier now that John McCain has died.  Although my myeloma is now in remission, the folks at Cancer Care of WNC have kept me on 15mg of Revlimid a day.  I'm going up there tomorrow to have an armful taken - maybe they'll drop the dose if the results come back looking good.  Not that the Revlimid has desperately horrible side effects - considering I am taking meds for high blood pressure and old guy's prostate, it's hard to attribute any side effect to a particular med.  If you read the warnings online, it looks like everything causes tiredness, aches and pains, diarrhea, constipation and all the other things that make dating fun. It's been horribly hot and humid here this summer, interspersed with bucketing rain.  So much of my fitness regimen has been...

Dear World - I am retired. That means I stay in bed till 10 having had breakfast served there by Susan before she goes to work. I then get up and go to IHOP for a real breakfast. Then it's off to the bowls club for a game and a couple of pints and a steak sandwich. Nap time until getting up around 2 to watch Casablanca again. Another nap until Susan comes home to cook my dinner, followed by Casablanca again because I can't remember what happened. It doesn't mean getting up at 7:30 to enjoy fighting over the newspaper with Susan followed by a handful of pills with weird side effects. It also doesn't include getting ready to watch Casablanca only to have the drywall guy who was coming late next week phone to ask me if it was OK if he came this afternoon instead. No problem - I didn't have a pile of my tools in the room he wanted to put the drywall in. Oh, hang on - yes I did. There should be no need for me to finish a load of framing around what used t...

How do I feel? Two and a bit years into my multiple myeloma, it’s probably time to sum up how I am feeling.   For starters, I am feeling indescribably grateful to the people at Cancer Care of WNC and Wake Forest Baptist Health for fixing me.   And to Susan for putting up with my flaky, forgetful behavior and for driving endless miles up and down I-40 to Wake Forest.   Not to mention Sam for his patience in hearing for the nth time “No, I really don’t fancy going to the soccer field” and for dragging me out to the soccer field anyway.   End of Oscars speech coming up.   Above all, my thanks to President Obama for making this so financially survivable for us – my meds cost $13,800 a month and, were it not for him, I would have had to make the choice between bankruptcy and dying.   But how do I feel physically and mentally?    Let’s start with mentally.   When all this started in early 2017 or thereabouts, I was constantly asked if I...