Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Blatherings from the Bilge

So, in my time off from work, I have been doing several things. For the most part playing MMO games just has not interested me at all. Civilization V with its really long play time and turn based play has been pretty fair though. Occassionally I will binge watch a program on NetFlix.

Currently I am working my way through the TV program West Wing. As I sit down to write this, I feel a lot like Sam or Tobey writing one of the speeches for either the President or the Press Secretary. I spend a lot of time weighing the information that I have and that I wish to pass on to others, evaluating how much to give, how it will likely effect people, the crafting of the wording. Even though I do it electronically at first to ensure that I can wrap my own mind around the subject matter and process it all, you would not believe the sheer number of drafts that can go into one of these updates. It is hard to convey how tiring the process is when the news to be relayed is so mind numbingly consuming even before I sit down to write this up for others even when the news is good.

Unfortunately, the news today is far from good.

The word from the oncologist is this : Stage 4 bladder cancer is in my lymphatic system which is almost always fatal. The main variable now is how compromised my system is and how 'energetic' the infestation. At this point, he is unwilling to estimate until there is additional imaging done and initial rounds of chemotherapy have been started to test its effects.

The oncologist is going to work with the general surgeon to place a line into my system through which chemotherapy will be able to be administered. He is scheduling PET scan of pretty much my entire system and CT scans of it as well. This will not effect the chemo much other than the intensity. Until chemo is started, he won't know how long, how much or how effective it may be. He was very willing to say to my work that he can conservatively estimate at least 3-6 months of treatment. He is also signing me up for a once a week class on chemotherapy so that I can better understand effects and set my expectations but... he was very good at relaying the impression that since the bladder cancer has literally seized me by the throat, that I shouldn't have many expectations, that it is a matter of when, not if. He was able to legitimately state that if my cancer responds to treatment that I may be able to add a few years and return to work. However, even so, again, it is a matter of when, not if.

As you can imagine, this news hit myself hard and I can only believe that it likely is hitting those of my audience hard as well. I am sorry for that effect but I believe it is better to be up front than have people hearing this information obfuscated and altered in a game of word of mouth/telephone. As the last news took me several days to process before putting on the wire, I think I am doing better, adjusting to my new 'reality', since you are seeing this information in a much more timely manner. This doesn't mean I am finding the news easier to take I assure you. It is just that this news comes as the latest onslaught and I can only be shocked so long before I go numb which is pretty much where I am at now.

Monday, August 01, 2016

Blatherings from the Bilge

results came in today.  They were finally able to decide what the mass was that they removed... a lymphnode.. with metastatic carcinoma similar to the bladder cancer.

Now I have to wait to find out next moves but...from my understandings from the doctors previously, this is pretty much the worst news we could have expected.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

blatherings from the bilge

As several of you have seen, I am back online and working through thirst.

surgery only had a few hitches:
1) after four hours of being without fluids due to doctor's preop instructions.. they had a hard time finding veins for IVs to use.  That was a 'fun' 25 minutes of poking and prodding.  and they were less competent at it than several persons attempting to backstab GhettoForce.

2) once the surgery was over.. well.. I was still 'under' about 10-15 minutes longer than they had figured I would be... so they were kind of annoyed and poking at me to wake me up.  Oh sure.. stab a guy repeatedly in the arm, cut into his neck and then expect him to be all light and cheery when you have to FORCE him awake?  are you freakin mental?

*sigh*
throat hurts pretty nastily and coughing or sneezing makes me feel like my head will literally fly off.  I am on a restricted diet (no Elf boots at all :( ) for several days now.

And you ask what the next step is? we wait of course.  Wait for the labs to come back on the latest piece of the gobbo to be severed and submitted for testing.  At least this time it is only about 2cm square.

Thanks for all the good thoughts and cheerful greetings from you :)

Robert/Alyxyn

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Blatherings from the Bilge

The little green menace has been pretty quiet for a while as he shuffles into the guildhall.  Tired, bedraggled, looking to have lost weight and with a rather haunted look in his eyes, he drags his weapon across the floor of the guildhall to GBoss' chair.  Taking out a knife, he uses it to stab a note into the back of the throne and pin it there before opening his hatch down into the bilge.  Dropping through almost bonelessly, he closes the trapdoor after him with a loud BANG the reverbates through the halls.

When people come stumbling back from their missions, from their tortures, from their beds, there is a worn, stained and slightly damp note attached by that dagger into the throne.  Upon it is scratched the following in what may just be guard blood:

"da damned quack healers haf let me kno dat it aint ovah yet.  da sumtin in mah throats gotta com out.  Ah seez a slab agin on July 26th, roundabouts two thutty pm Pacific.  Ah hopes ta kip mah head when dey playz wit mah neck.

-Alyxyn"


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Update on Blatherings from the Bilge

Okay, it has been a while since the bards have visited with the goblinoid menace so you are probably getting tired of typing with your fingers crossed and the sheer number of candles that have been lit for him has long since passed into near epic quantities.

So, let us visit the latest information on that menace (currently mostly to himself) named Alyxyn.

As of three weeks ago, he sat up in bed as he was having trouble swallowing.  He was rather surprised not to find either a small goblin, pet, or huge spider sitting on his next trying to end his life.  Instead, what he found was that on the left side of his throat, there was a hard swelling between 1 and 2 inches in size.  Before he could really think things through, it occurred to him that the town criers had lately been lamenting that the pollen counts in the air had reached largely uncountable levels, citing counts of 800+ when "dangerous" was barely 100.  So.. He wasn't terribly worried, doubled his concoction to fight Mother Nature's assault upon him and went to sleep again.

However, when he awakened again, things had not gotten any better so the Menace sent some gold to a healer to reserve some time.  Healer come and Healer go with no conclusion other than "yup, its something".  Rituals were thrown and readings taken and again no conclusion could be derived. Finally further rituals and blood sacrifice was offered on another altar before the Priests could conclude that, while they still could not recognize the specific breed of 'whatever', that it was NOT good and that the swelling needed to be removed.

And now.. the waiting begins again.  Now a special healer needs to be contracted to throw the Menace onto an altar and slice into his throat without removing his head.

When will this be? ..... sometime soon is all they can tell me currently.