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My New Year’s resolution is not to listen to my ‘hubris’ devil anymore. I’m going to get rid of my cold cap and lose my hair.

The cold cap is a crown of ice that one wears during chemo in the hope that your hair follicles will freeze and therefore, not fall out. (See http://cancercurmudgeon.com/ It adds about an hour to your chemo regime because it needs to cool down in the beginning and at the end . Cold caps during the winter are especially cold.  For some reason, the last treatment was the coldest and worse because I had a chest infection.  Although I can intellectually believe that germs cause these infections, it is difficult to imagine that four hours under ice is good for anyone.  It is the worse

Actually, can you make that 30 years ago!

Actually, can you make that 30 years ago!

part of chemo and now I hope instead of trying to keep warm I will  read, watch a film or snore in comfort.  A woman came into the consultant’s waiting room yesterday with a baldhead.  She looked defiant, and strong willed. She had no scarf, no wig, and no turban.  I thought ‘YES”, that’s the real fashion approach to cancer.

Why did I do it in the first place?  Good question and one asked at times by various chemo staff who do not believe in cold caps and always say they would never have one.  I think at my age of 70 my devil is vanity (or hubris).  I think as long as I have my longish dyed hair someone will mistake me for a younger person. How young can they possibly think I am? I can’t see any benefit to looking 60 or even 50, but if I were to look 40, well that would be something.  This is where hubris comes in. Somewhere, in the back of my mind is a small devil’s voice that says,  ‘Vell, maybe, why not give it a try?”

But will it remove hubris?

But will it remove my vanity?

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Dead yet?

It is 2 in the morning and I’m listening to BBC 3 replay Purcell: When I am Laid in Earth(Dido a Aeneas) and my mind goes to ‘is this the music I would want at my funeral?”  Why have my thoughts gone to this?  I’m comfortable in bed and I realize I have no symptoms.  Where have they gone? No nausea, no constipation, no diarrhea and no weird cancer fog.  Chemo must not be working.  Wait a minute, it is 2 in the morning and I’m not asleep and my feet are tingling away.  Whew.  For a minute I thought I was dead.

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Old lady thoughts

My 12 year old friend P came to visit over the weekend.  I loaded up on bright colored tops at H and M (advised by John Gustafson) and she acted as fashion consultant.  She made my birthday party invites on my computer.  Bright girl.  Then we watched Enid, a BBC production about Enid Blighton the children’s book writer.  At about 4.00 I got that rush of ‘intensity of the young’ exhaustion.  I took to my bed and she did her homework.  By 6, her father came home and by 9 I was ready to have dinner.  We watched a stupid, funny film called ’Scrudge’ with Bill Murray and she curled up in my bed and went to sleep.  Sweet.  I kept thinking of immunity systems.  Was this sensible? These are my old lady thoughts, which should be abolished.

21 November 2009

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Cancer Lobotomies

Something good can come from cancer — I hope some laughs.  If anyone out there undergoes a character lobotomy let me know.  ‘I found out I had breast cancer, dropped all my movie contracts, refused treatment and went to work with leper colonies’ … right, let me know when that happens.  And by the way, talked to the Fox TV news crew and miraculously enough the cancer never returned.  Fox calls her a ‘cancer survivor’ and a year later we mourn her tragic death. She did so much good in the little time she had left.  Hubris.  My pet peeve is people who call themselves cancer survivors.  What, you mean you didn’t get hit by a car yet?  Let me know when you die cancer-free or live after the primordial five years.  But the media hails cancer survivors after their first bout of chemo.  Give me a break, or at least some real hope.

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