Foul Weather Blogger

OK. Maybe I'm not obsessive enough about the computer to keep up with this blogging thing. Sorry I've been gone, for those of you have expressed so much care.

Or maybe I'm just a foul weather blogger. I've had weeks of fairly good recovery: learning to stabilize with my new energy level, getting back to work full time, having a ball with my physical therapist, gaining strength. The Herceptin treatments are not taking me down as much, which is encouraging. However, I can see that it's a constantly changing road

BODILY FUNCTION WARNING! READ NO FURTHER IF YOU DON'T LIKE POTTY TALK! The last few weeks have been odd due to unusually persistent diarrhea. After 16 days the diagnosis came through: I have parasites, with the sci-fi name of Blastocyte Hominis. James says, "You always did attract an unusual crowd." At least we know. I'm taking a course of antibiotics and laughing about it a lot. Weren't Blastocytes weapons on Flash Gordon, or a colony of aliens in Buckaroo Bonzai?

This week is a fundraising event at work, which seems to be going fairly well. However, I'm utterly exhausted after a day of corralling volunteers, lassoing stray details, and herding guests into table assignments. Time for some Doctor Horrible and chamomile tea.