Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The worst song by the band Rush... probably one from their little-listened-to self-titled CD. The song is called "I Think I'm Going Bald." And it's appropriate. I've been running my hand over my head to check. I was JUST noticing that the hair is starting to come back in pretty evenly...and now my hand is full of hair.


Oh well. In the scheme of things, it doesn't matter at all.

This is a good time for me to note that while I am frustrated by the fact that I am not *quite* in CR, I remain humbled by the experience of those around me. Some have fared very well -- a few of the people that I've met along the way are in CR and look healthy, happy, and ready to resume their life. Others have struggled -- whether because the treatment itself has brutalized them, or the cancer has not responded as they'd hoped.

While I am by no means fortunate to have been stricken with this cancer, I remain very thankful that I have tolerated treatment as well as I have, and I remain very thankful that so far it appears to be directionally headed toward remission. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who struggle with MM and whose fight is more difficult than my own.


  1. Nick,
    I have been following your myeloma blog for a considerable time now.
    The compassion for other MM friends you express in this posting shows a true and honest character. You have not lost sight of the big picture.
    God bless you my myeloma friend.

  2. I hear you Nick, I really do. As a caregiver sitting next to Dave, day after day, I had a profound sense of hope and struggle. It is extremely humbling and puts many things in a completely different light. Like you, I would have liked to learn the lessons without the cancer journey, but I MUST acknowledge that in some corners of my life it has enriched it beyond measure. Lori

  3. 1) "I Think I'm Going Bald" is on Caress of Steel. :)
    2) You're getting closer, and from everything you've posted CR is in sight. Keep up the Herculean work.

  4. Nick,
    Each of us has his path to walk. I don't think any one is easier or more difficult, only different. Your dogged determination and great sense of humor keep me, and I suspect many others, in good spirits. I am very happy that you will soon be home and returning to your life before this nastiness. How time flies.... You are an inspiration. Susan and I wish you, Jill and the kids the very best and we do hope that we can connect in the not too distant future. If you're ever in Denver, you must see us. Best wishes.

  5. UGGHHH you had to mention Rush. My cousin talked me into a Rush concert when I was 17
    (many moons ago.) I met her at Madison Square Garden only to find out we had nosebleed seats. A kid comes in and sits by me and his eyes are spinning around. Little too much imbibing at the tailgate party. I told my cuz,
    "this kid's gonna hurl and I won't be able to sit here." She says "nah, he's just having fun." Oh he spewed all right. All over the damn place. Then he passed out and woke up during the encore. I had no choice but to sit on the lap of my cousin's friend( a kid I'd never met)
    who proceded to get stoned and was WAY too excited to have me on his lap if you get my drift. What a disaster. I never went to another concert with cuz again and have to switch stations whenever Rush comes on. The good old days? I think not.