Updates to that Other Blog

Sheesh, how many do I have. . . Too many, that's how many.

Anyway, I've added pages for plays.

They've all been forced upon the Multiplyers before, but since Multiply has the best way to broadcast to all of my networks, I post from here.

http://fauver.madpage.com/wordpress/?page_id=155

Shamless Plug

By now you are probably getting tired of me and my shamless self-promotion, but I am pretty proud of the designs and I really do need your help!

So even if you can't buy one right now, could you pass on the link? I'd be appreciative! And if you DO buy a shirt, please send me a pic of you wearing it! (or drinking from a mug or slapping a sticker somewhere it shouldn't be, etc.)

Brett

www.cafepress.com/fauverarts2

Brilliant!

I found this via Jennifer Gardner. . .

go ahead, fight me

http://derylykt.mybrute.com

New Design - Ahh, frak it.

http://www.cafepress.com/fauverARTS2/

Just thought of another design today, so I made it this afternoon and posted it.

Funding myself

Probably a little pricey, but I can't afford to run a bunch of shirts at a printer right now, so CafePress it is.I also opened an Etsy store, but there is nothing there.Just trying to offset the additional costs of travel, food, etc for the next six months. Buy a shirt.

Jammin! (an unscientific poll)

Thanks to le petit gateau (aka Boston Shellie), I am thinking about making jams again. I just want to know, by this unscientific study, which flavor would you most likely want, if you were to want any.

So which flavor of We Be Jammin Jam would you most likely devour and not share?

Jammin! (an unscientific poll)

Thanks to le petit gateau (aka Boston Shellie), I am thinking about making jams again. I just want to know, by this unscientific study, which flavor would you most likely want, if you were to want any.

So which flavor of We Be Jammin Jam would you most likely devour and not share?

More Marrow

Finally, some news

I went to Sloan Kettering yesterday and met with my new doc, who had worked before with Goy. Very nice man who seems to be ahead of the curve on cancer treatments. I signed on to a clinical trial of bendamustine. It's a drug that had been used to treat several types of cancers in East Germany, yet nothing had really been written down or documented. The drug is FDA approved, but the trial is to study the effects on Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Well, to see the efficacy rate, side effects, etc. However, the drug is "exciting" and "promising", though, for legal reasons, I can't get excited or have them promise anything. Oh well. I am okay with it all.

I have testing (PET/CT, EKG, bloodwork, bone marrow biopsy) on August 6th, with treatment to start on August 11 (continue on the 12th) and then repeated every 28 days for 6 cycles (1 cycle is 28 days). This means the treatment schedule will be as follows (more for me than you):

August 11, 12

September 8, 9

October 6, 7

November 3, 4

December 1, 2

December 29, 30

The side effects are like side effects of other chemos, though they are supposedly well tolerated. I will find out.

Insurance, of course, won't cover travel, food, or lodging, and part of my insurance won't cover visit to NYC hospitals, but since it is a clinical trial, I really only have to worry about the incidentals. And that is still a bit of a worry.

More Health News. . . The WTF edition

So Sunday I couldn't take thoughts and put them into words - the right words anyway. I could say the simple words but when it came to important words, like my address, the date, my sons' names. . . chicken. .. things like that, the words were malformed on my usually fairly articulate mouth. For about ten minutes. My friend, an EMT, was worried it might be a TIA, or mini-stroke (or transient stroke), and called 911 (with Steph). By the time the ambulance got to our house, I was fine and could speak clearly as I could before the "incident". I did have two 7&7's, hadn't eaten much that day (a cup of coffee and a tuna fish sandwich several hours before), and did have an anxiety attack ealrier thanks to the LOUD children and the chaos abound. I don't like chaos. at. all.

Anyway, to the ER of Regional Med Center. After bloodwork, EKG, chest xray and CT Scan of the head, still perplexed, but not concerned enough to put me in the stroke center. Still all very concerned. Still concerned enough to "keep me overnight for observation". Yah. Remind me not to fall for that one next time. Overnight became 48 hours of waiting around for doctors to tell me nothing.

Monday I had an MRI of the head and the found nothing. An ultrasound of the heart, which they found a weird valve. More bloodwork, and my sugar was kind of low, low cholesterol, and normal everything else. I saw a physical therapist and they evaluated me as perfectly fine physically. I then had to wait for the neurologist to come in at 4:30 to tell me they didn't know what was going on and that the episode could have been caused by stress, anxiety, yada yada. . . and thet he wanted to keep me for two more tests - an ultrasound of the carotids and an EEG. Grumble grumble. . .

Monday night I had a hell of a time sleeping, mainly because I needed to get home and do some work. I slept like crap and then, just when I had finally dosed off, the morning crew started shuffling in and making all sorts of noise. So no sleep for me. Instead, around 7:30 I was carted down to Ultrasound, and they were clear. Done, taken back to my room and no sooner had I put myself in a semi-comfortable position did the transport guy pick me up and take me to the EEG. The EEG wasn't ready but the woman doing the test pointed out that I had a LOT of brainwave activity. Of course I do, I have an anxiety disorder! I can't STOP thinking about shit.

Anyway, I was done testing by 10 and had to wait until 4:30 to see the doc so she could finally tell me they were discharging me but I had to come back on Thursday for them to look at me heart from the inside.

So, a fun few days of tests and no real results, just a doctor or two saying "We don't know! We theenk it might have been a transient stroke, so take some aspirin!"

The Pope of Darkness

good or bad or I can't tell

Well, it seems that the celbripocalypse is nigh. I hope Karl Malden didn't leave Earth without his American Express.

I've lost 45 pounds since February. It's a mixture of things - no steroids, working steadily, cutting three inches off of the dinner plates, influenza/recurrence. I'll take it. It means I can fit into sizes I haven't seen since my wedding. I can wear large shirts comfortably - with room to spare! It's weird.

I'm still gettng out of breath when I do anything.

I am being referred to a Doctor at Sloan Kettering in NYC for new treatment with "no side effects". It is in quotes because I don't believe it yet. Two days every month for three to four months, possibly longer if they can't find a donor.

Getting new floors and going deeper in debt. however, the carpets here are disgusting, dander and dust filled bacterial breeding grounds.

Found a possible artist for a story I've written.

That's all for today.

Maybe.