MUCK’S MINUTE #38

Muck’s Minute #38

A short comment on where Ol Muck has been and where he headed..

Yes, I know!  Been a while since a new Muck’s Minute has hit TBP but circumstances have piled up on me and at the present, I’ve got just enough snakes in the pit to keep me out of it.

Just to continue the #37:  Trump has now maneuvered himself to where he’s no longer just toast (a mentioned in #37) he has now placed himself into a position where, if he’s doesn’t change his ways, he’ll never finish his first term.  It will end with him and his Generals blockaded in the Oval office without a friendly face in sight.

I swear I’ve never seen anyone with such a big uncontrollable mouth, a shorter memory span than a bed bug, impulsive to a fault and a personality that is guaranteed to piss off anyone at any time by just twiddling his tweeting fingers.  No self control at all and it shines through everything he does or says.  He is personality driven and that personality happens to be his own.

Ah well…  We’re stuck with him for 3+ more years and it boils down to damage control by his staff (pity them) dashing around putting out fires he starts with thoughtless and unanalyzed blurts and tweets and unlimited rudeness to all and everyone.

But I digress.

Muck has been fighting cancer for 23 years; first, adult onset leukemia involving the spleen and controlled with radiation for 4 years. They were a  little slow in the diagnosis department and it took 4 years for them to get interested , diagnosed it 2001 and radiation series every 6 months for 7 years.

Then things changed..  It morphed into lymphoma, filling my guts with sheets of cancer and requiring a more aggressive treatment (with accompanying side effects).  That put me in remission for 7 years (you can not get rid of lymphoma – just knock it back far enough to call it “in remission” and then wait until it multiplies sufficiently to require further treatment (or die).

My lymphoma came roaring out of remission about two months ago and was diagnosed, after a body scan, some three weeks later..  Three days post scan, I was laying in an infusion center getting poison dripped into the vein for 6 hours.  The next 8 days were spent in bed, pissing into a bedside urinal, eating very little and thoughts of  peaceful suicide sliding around within what was left of my brain.

It’s been three weeks since the treatment, I’m up and delicate to point I maneuver from one point to the next with handholds along the way.  Sick puppy.  Chemo brain so bad I couldn’t remember from one minute to the next.  My best fighting weight is 170 pounds and conditioned by weekly workouts at the gym, walking daily and staying as active as possible. Over the past month I’m down to 138 lbs., a walking skeleton , deconditioned from head to toe and no way to start working it back to normal.

A week from Monday, the Doc will pump 6 more hours of drip into a nice new port (chem I/O) residing in my chest and I fully expect to be bed-ridden after that – hopefully for not as long.  I must get back to walking to maintain a semblance  of conditioning – at this time of year that means getting up at 0630 before it gets to damn hot to walk.  Do it a drive way at time, walking an extra driveway every day to enable me to at least take care of my personal hygiene and help my Sweetie out around here when energy permits.

This regimen continues – treatment, one month off, then another treatment for 6 months (into December) and then comes rehabilitation – walking first, then the gym once a week; building up to twice a week.

So please forgive Ol Muck for his lack of input to TBP.  With luck I’ll be back.  I’m sure going to work at it.

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Author: MuckAbout

Retired Engineer and Scientist (electronic, optics, mechanical) lives in a pleasant retirement community in Central Florida. He is interested in almost everything and comments on most of it. A pragmatic libertarian at heart he welcomes comments on all that he writes. View all posts by MuckAbout