Life has continued since my last post and I’ve spent some time working with the title word. Along the way a good friend who was a nurse passed along a story about a friend of hers who was diagnosed with cancer: there is a moment in time when one hears that word applied to them that changes everything. From that moment forward hearing or reading that word causes a different reaction. There is an overlay of disquiet present now even though the prognosis is good.
I started hormone therapy the end of March with an implant of Zoladex. Outcomes from radiation therapy are much improved for early detected prostate cancer with hormone therapy. The primary side effect is ironic for me: daily hangovers in my 27th year of sobriety. The other downside has been painfully itchy scalp, but switching to coconut oil in shampoo/conditioner and using it as hair gel brought relief.
Yesterday I had MRI and CT scans so the ray guns at Peninsula Cancer Center can be programmed. Dress rehearsal in on the 18th and then we begin seven weeks of Monday through Friday daily treatment. We went over the possible side effects and management strategies.
My personal wellness plan now includes guided meditation, walking and a weekly massage. We eat lots of fresh everything with our farm share and close availability of fresh seafood. I’m listening to some Great Courses audio, currently Medieval English history, a favorite period of mine. There is a major change in the administrative code of behavioral health. We’ve decided that keeping the business open is a good thing for us and our clients, but I’ve broken the project down into very small steps and complete a few items each day. Nothing like coding a shopping cart to keep the mind sharp. Ha.
Since it’s my sobriety anniversary month I’m grateful. I can’t image this part of my journey occurring with feelings of safety anywhere else on the planet. Friends, family, my partner and our three beautiful and active red dogs. The water and the trees. The frequent tasks of feeding the hummingbirds and the song birds. Working with the yard now that we can see what’s growing. Small necessary daily chores that makeup life.