Quick update

I see traffic here is waiting for the next installment and since I like to keep you coming back, thought I ought to check in.

One of the highlights of my week has been news from my e-mail penpal in Australia. She read my blog, went on a JUICER FAST (moved herself to the beach to do it!) and reports much-improved energy and weight loss. It thrills me to have influenced someone clear around the other side. (I just wrote her for details, as my juicing has not been regular as of late and I'm certainly not losing any weight.)

Today was a rare good day. It seems the universe thinks I'm entitled to one in every ten or so. Have about worn myself out trying to find correlating factors for producing said "good days," but alas it remains a mystery. Today I just grabbed what I could get and went for it. This included a spontaneous afternoon break with a friend at CULVER's. Butterscotch Ripple. No side effects.

Yesterday, by comparison, was one of the worst days of my life. I could not stop crying and whimpering. 'Don't recall ever being that pathetic in public before. Everywhere I went (meaning all over "The Martha" primarily), people took one look at me and gave me a hug. This, of course, produced more tears. How does one cry so much and still retain fluids at the rate I'm puffed up?

Got suited up for radiation to start next week. I really thought I'd have a longer break between chemo and radiation, but the experts think there's advantage to getting right on it. Technology has changed in the past four years, so the first day will be interesting. The subsequent 29 days will not.

I'm out. Gonna grab some more gusto* while the opportunity exists. Don't worry, be happy.

*gusto: a pulp muffin and an episode of Grey's Anatomy on DVD.