Who needs the drama from the first sentence when you've got the honesty in the second. Your blog was one of the most powerful pieces of writing I've ever read. I don't know if part of that is because we know each other or not, but one doesn't need to be ill to benefit immensely from your writing, if only from the perspective it offers. We are, after all, all mortal. Thoughts are with you as always, and it's worth mentioning that what's most admirable (to me anyway) is the stuff you've been kicking ass on since March last year in between rounds of chemo. Archmage dude.(I'm anticipating a much milder treatment this time around than the first time, so I can't promise anything dramatic. I will promise the truth, neither sweetened nor made to seem worse that it is.)
Thanks Ed. You inspired to read over my entries during the recovery. That was a long tough period as well, one I kept largely to myself. This round of chemo was going great, until this evening. It just jumped up and kicked me hard, right out of the blue. So, yay, there's still some drama left. I'm glad I'm getting a "high quality" experience!
I think it's so cool that you had those entries to reread. I was/am fascinated by the 'memory' blocks and time distortion that was in play. Not being able to predict that, it's just great that you had the foresight to keep such a journal, and do so in such a candid (with yourself) fashion. If a round of chemo happens in a forest and nobody is around to remember the details, did they really happen? BTW, giraffe = my favorite animal, but unfortunately for you yes, if you had a giraffe super power it would probably have to be a stretchy neck. Super powers transposed from creatures always involve the most dominant characteristic of that creature according to every sci-fi book ever written anytime anywhere.
The journal was really good for piecing together lost chunks of time. There are so many holes in my memory from that year, it's distressing especially for a person who values his mind above all else. I fear you may be correct with the giraffe superpower. In my dream I was trying to come up with an alternate power, and was getting settled into "glowy fur" when the dream shifted to the next scene. The glow was the golden light of the savannah sunset. Yeah, guess I'd rather have super-stretchy neck than glowy fur.