Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping....

For the most part the terminal thing doesn't bother me.  We are all going to die someday.  Just some

of us know it will be sooner rather than later.  To be honest, I'd prefer later.  Much, much later; but it seems later is a very relative term too.  Later to me would be measured in years rather than months.

You guessed it.  Today being terminal bothers me a bit.  There are actually several things that go into it bothering me today - well OK on the days it does bother me; they are not all that often but it happens.

For instance, time does fly.  Even when I am doing nothing.  Before I know it I am making dinner, feeding the dogs and deciding if I want to read or watch an hour or two of TV.  Seriously, I mean a day of nothing.  Vacuum, dishes, sit outside if it is nice.  If I decide to read - well there goes hours.  Another day gone.  Am I a day closer?  I don't know.  To be honest neither does the doctor, but considering that the tumors are growing on the aorta, on the left lung and in the intestine, well that just doesn't give me a warm fuzzy.

I am considered disabled because of the terminal cancer, and the side effects that the chemo causes.  I have really good days, and about a week to ten days of crap after chemo.  I'd love to be working, but I have that conundrum, should I be honest?  Usually things bite me in the rear when I don't do the right thing.

During interviews you do not have to give any health information.  But once you have a job offer, well, that is where things can get sticky.  To be honest, I totally understand it.  I mean do you tell them "Hey by the way now I am hired, I have to do chemo every 3 weeks, am sick for about 10 days after, need time off for doctor appointments, oh yeah CT scans, Echo cardiograms every 3 weeks, and there probably will be an occasional stay in the hospital.  Oh, and they say it is terminal."  Could you see the look on the face?  That would be one to take a picture of.  Not to mention I'd burst out laughing.  But I sort of miss working.  I had a game plan.  Monday through Friday was work.  Saturday and Sunday, field day the house and one project in the house.  Structure.  As crazy as it can make me, I had structure.  I have tried the schedule thing, yeah, I am not the best in the world at it.  But I keep trying.

Although if I do things right I could be constantly on the run - but I'd have to win the lottery for that, oh yeah, I have one ticket I need to check the numbers on.  Keep your fingers crossed.

Yes, I have done some amazing things in the past year and a half - give or take, but I'd rather not be

terminal.  I'd rather not have that in the back of my mind waiting to sneak out and tell me that the clock is ticking, get to living before you die.

I would trade it all, for a "normal" by my definition of life, more time with my family.  More time with Jim, Liz and Jasmine. More time to learn.  Learn what?  I don't know.  There is a whole world of knowledge out there, and I am trying to ingest some of it.

Chemo brain really sucks.  Things get in my brain, but get lost in there.  Remember when we went to France and Italy?  Here is an example of chemo brain.  I had been doing Italian language courses for a year, even before the cancer came back.  Basic beginner, I don't want to look like a total idiot tourist stuff.  What did I remember?  Bango.  BATHROOM.  Seriously.  That is it.  Still can't remember sh**!  Bango, bathroom, sh**.  Get it?  Where is your sense of  humor?

Right now every so often I get the little voice in my head - "Hurry up do this, do something, do that, face this fear, go here, go there, don't worry about finances, eat this, do that, hurry, hurry, hurry, you are wasting time.  You're going to die. Hurry!"

That voice can cause a paralysis.  What to do?  How do I get there?  What will it cost?  Where do I go?  Add that to the normal life things, paying for groceries, utilities and the such my head just gets crazy. Those questions run rampant in my head the days the little voice screams at me the end is near.

It is very easy (I have been very guilty of this) to allow oneself to become isolated and introverted.  It can be exhausting to be around people.  Not because of the chemo, but because sometimes people are exhausting.

For me it is easier to speak to a group of people than individuals.  Hard to believe?  It is true.  Well, as long as I could walk around.  Standing in one place may be a challenge.

When I went to the Intro to Kayaking I had all sorts of reasons why I should just stay home and skip it.  Really, some of them were good, some were from left field.  Why?  I don't know.  Perhaps it was because it was beyond my comfort zone.

Water aerobics is on the horizon.  I actually have a swimsuit I will wear. Tomorrow on the way back

from the mechanic (car is clunking left front, and a hum right rear wheels told you I have first world problems) I'll stop at the pool and see what the schedule is.  Classes at 10:00 would be nice.

I am not depressed.  I know what that feels like, I am just not liking things right now.  No, I am not sorry for  myself.  I will never be sorry for myself.  Cancer has taught me how strong I can be, and how amazing my family and friends are.

Ever see that movie "The Secrete Life of Walter Mitty"?  I am Walter.  I am that person who had gotten comfortable in my life working everyday, paying bills, squirrelling away a little nest egg (those things go fast by the way, so try to double your nest egg, don't learn the hard way you should have doubled it) being forced to face life and do things that I would only dream of and never do.  Only I keep realizing there is so much more I want to do - and time keeps on slipping, slipping.

I just don't want to have it end.