Baldies' Blog began originally in the UK by a 26 year old journalist with a blood cancer on a mission to inform the world about bone marrow donation.

He has since died, and I took on the cause of making cancer care more transparent for everybody.

Cancer is a disease that will touch everybody through diagnosis or affiliation: 1 in 2 men will be diagnosed and 1 in 3 woman will hear those words, "You Have Cancer."

I invite you to read how I feel along my journey and
how I am continuing to live a full life alongside my Hodgkin's lymphoma, with me controlling my cancer, not my cancer controlling me.

I hope that "Baldies' Blog" will prepare you to handle whatever life sends you, but especially if it's the message, "You Have Cancer."

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Sunday, October 26, 2008

I Have Shingles, They are Not on my Roof

I have Shingles, and not on my roof. I do, actually, have shingles on my roof, but these are not the kind that are concerning me right now.
I actually have one little spot that looks like a shingle on my chest. No big deal, I have an immune system that will wipe it out.
Wrong, I have no immune system so I’ll be calling my doctors and praying I don’t have to go to Boston.
It looks like a pimple. It itches a little bit. It does not hurt, but its located along the exact line where my previous shingles were. I don’t have a fever, this is vital.
I’m calling after breakfast. Please don’t blow up my phone and yell it me for not taking proper care of myself.
I’m taking my prophylactic acyclovir (just in case antiviral), but there is one spot.
“Out, damn spot, out I say.”
I’ve actually just paged the allogenic stem cell doctor on call, who happens to be my doctor.
He looked terrible on Thursday, like he was coming down with the flu. I hope he took a day off. Severe colds and the flu can feel just as bad as cancer, these just don’t last for years and they don’t kill young people.
I have an innate need to care for sick people, my doctors are no exception.
I’m hoping we can just wait and see each other tomorrow. Maybe I can just send him a picture to show him it’s really nothing that needs to be addressed now. Maybe he’ll send me to DHMC. I’m really hoping I can just stay in my nice cozy home all day, but we’ll see.

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