Homecoming and Day +95 Update

I took a blogging sabbatical for a bit as I got my head screwed back on. This is not to say that it's completely in place yet, but it's many rotations closer than it had been.

I'm home. I arrived home on Friday night, September 2. I spent the entire summer of 2011 away: June 9-September 2; A summer in The Big Apple. My last days in the city were spent packing with the help of my mom who stayed with me for the last week and put up with my incredible moodiness as my exit day approached. The last day was primarily spent at the Sloan clinic and waiting in the pharmacy for all of my drugs to go home with. I said an official goodbye only to the Hope Lodge programs manager whom I had grown close with and two men on my floor who wished me well as I cleaned out our shared kitchen cabinet. None of my close friends were out on the roof deck when I left, and I think it was better that way. I was extremely sensitive and in an emotional torrent.

A Newcomer to the Treatment Game

It's been an eventful week in Manhattan. We had an earthquake, a hurricane, and I started a new novel therapy drug. I've gotten through it all relatively unscathed, except for the nausea and that unmistakable woozy headed feeling that every drug brings.

I'm now a cancer, three-time transplant, earthquake and two-time hurricane survivor (Dean 2007 on St. Lucia and Irene 2011 on Manhattan.) I don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon. I've got about what? Three lives left?