Kermit the Frog, WordPress & Me
Posted September 24, 2009on:
Lying in the same day surgery area waiting to be taken to surgery to get my port implanted for administering chemotherapy, drawing blood, etc., I was fiddling with my Blackberry. Yes, I’m that addicted to the idea of getting email at my fingertips no matter where I was. Besides, the surgery was running a bit late.
I had already written for the day – pre-scheduled a piece that I called, the Cowardly Lion & Me. It was all about my fear of chemotherapy – mainly nausea and related body function. You may fill in the blank for whatever term you use for that body function.
Anyway, I received an email from the editor of WordPress, by blog site, that said, “Congrats! Your post ( https://shessel.wordpress.com/2009/09/23/the-cowardly-lion-me/ ) has just been promoted to the homepage of WordPress.com. Keep up the good work! Thanks a million,
The WordPress.com Team”
Wow! To say the least. I’ve had about 500 more visits yesterday than usual.
Well, all went well with getting the port and my first dose of chemotherapy. My nurse was thrilled to get one of my little pink noses and to wear it out to show off to the other team members. I think they will be fighting over who gets me next time.
What I really liked is they told me that “getting sick one time is one time too many.” I was to call the oncologist on call if that happens and my medications would be changed.
I did. I threw up last night and the oncologist changed my anti-nausea drug to the generic version of Zofram, or what I call zofriend.
Now all this might have been triggered by my taking a pain pill without food in my stomach. But it was quite a day yesterday so I might have gotten sick any way.
My good friend and nurse midwife happened to call last night when I started sweating and felt nauseated. She came over and helped me with breathing and put cold wash clothes on my head and neck. Those Lamaze breathing exercises did not result in a baby – other than the one had 29 years ago that day.
Yes, that helped but still what went down earlier came back up and I called the oncologist, who called in the new prescription.
I really wanted to handle chemo as well as I recovered from the surgery. Within a week I was walking three miles a day and decided that I wanted to walk more than three miles each day so I could “beat 3,” my cancer stage.
This morning when my husband came down stairs and found me on the couch, he asked me how I was. I said, “Well, I didn’t finish my three mile walk. Do you want to know how short I was?”
“Three miles?” he asked.
“That would be it.”
It is my hope to get out and walk tree times around the block later today or tomorrow.
I must say chemotherapy is not all it’s cracked up to me. And, its not cracked up to be much. As my buddy, Kermit the Frog, would sing, “It’s not easy being green.”
Oh, he has other wisdom as well that I’ve stolen from sites listening Kermit quotes:
- “Time’s fun when you’re having flies.”
- “Well, you know, it’s interesting being 50, … You start to reflect on your life. And you look back over the years at everything you’ve ever done. And, with age, middle age, comes wisdom. But I have to say that I’m not sure that 50 for me is the same as 50 in people years.
- “Here’s some simple advice: Always be yourself. Never take yourself too seriously. And beware of advice from experts, pigs, and members of Parliament.”
The Parliament reference is appropriate as I have been watching “Upstairs Downstairs” DVDs, the old BBC program on public television in the 1970s. The “master of the house” was a member of Parliament. I always thought the downstairs folks were a lot more interesting anyway.