Raising Awareness of Colo-Rectal Cancers
Holly and I were just talking about where the word ‘cancer’ comes from. Of course, rather than pondering it, I hit the Wiktionary.
From Latin cancer ‘crab’. Applied to cancerous tumors because the enlarged veins resembled the legs of a crab.
So don’t get crabs.
Holly had her 4th Oxiliplatin treatment today. Like always, it sucks. She went in feeling great and came home feeling crappy. I don’t know how she wills herself to go or take the pills everyday. To knowingly take a poison. I don’t know.
She came home and crashed. She woke up and we watched a couple of episodes of Cash Cab and she crashed again.
It’s late and I’ve got a bunch of work to do so I’m gonna keep it short. The next big event is a CT Scan on my birthday (10/8). Maybe we’ll get a cake with that enema. You’d think that they would give us some sort of frequent guest card or something. Like Starwood points. Instead of free breakfast or room upgrades, we’d get warm hands, fancy lube and maybe less insurance hassles.
One of the things that we’ve noticed since Holly has shaved her head is that baldness + Livestrong bracelet = Cancer Expert.
Like all of the sudden, with the quick buzz of a razor, she is an oncologist. She has literally had people stop her in line at Safeway to ask about symptoms and then, of course, explain whatever malady that they might be having that day.
“Well, my coffee burnt my tongue and the cat got out and I had such a pain chasing her around the back yard only to get this awful head ache halfway though the day and a ringing in my ears. Does that sound like cancer to you Deary?”
Of course, I find it hysterical and only encourage it. Thankfully, no one has asked us to examine any lumps or spots.
Yet.