Robbins Blog

It is the start of week four
Hair loss has happened, and there will be more

Not sure when it will all be gone
Hopefully not until after the SpaceCity Con.

The kid’s vacation bible school was tainted with lice
Mary Ann really thinks this is not so nice.

I’m getting support from friends like Jill
That helps a lot along with my anti-nausea pill

I’ve got to get use to this temporary (?) hand sting
I’d happy give up this peripheral neuropathy thing

Other side effects have been minor compared to most
Surprisingly, given the poisoning of this host

At 30% complete, it seems like I’ve come so far
But it will be close to Thanksgiving until I’m out of this chemo jar

At week three, my hair is quickly getting thin
I suppose it was not a matter of if, but when.

I also experienced my first bout of cold
Grabbing a non-alcoholic beer, in my hand to hold

Fatigue, a common problem, is still not bad
At least for this, nausea aside, I am glad

Lately, I have had a lot of gas
It is more prevalent than my yard’s crab grass.

That reminds me I need to get off my duff
Get up, weed eat the yard and other man stuff

But at 100+, it is freakin hot here in Texas
However, BBQ, football, beer and heat are our nexus.

Finally, America’s birthday is coming near
Regardless of Obama’s crap. my country, I hold dear.

Week number two is here and now
Expecting some weight loss, I’ve eaten like a cow.

New promotion at McD for a Quarter Pounder
Too many of those and I’ll be Animal House’ s Flounder.

Soon to be waiting for my FOLFOX chalice
Consumed over four hours, in my personal poison palace

A little angst and fatigue is surely to come
Just hoping my hands and feet don’t go numb

Hair so far is still on my face and head
Good news since skinny and bald, I’m rockin like zombie dead

For me, there has been lots of love and maybe a little fuss
All cancer beware, cause another millions cells bites the dust!

Bought some BOND movies to rip to the ipad
A half dozen 007s, gadgets, and hot girls, enough said !

A watch and wait game is afoot
Ten more sessions till cancer will get the official boot.

Yo yo yo check this out (subtle hint to Tape Heads… rap does not flow to chcken wings and waffles however)…

I’m hanging at the Center, in battle with some FOLFOX
Ugly nurses everywhere, and I’m loosing feeling in my but-tocks.

Spending hours here, slammin the poison juice through my IV
While suffering through reruns of Roseanne and Golden Girls on the tiny ass TV.

Too bad as there is a Star Wars marathon on SPIKE
Skipping episodes I-III, it is a series that I actually like.

Max and the kids are keen on episode IV
Forgive them, they are kids just looking for their Ewok fix.

I think I have had ten staffers come by so far
I feel like royalty or Vader on the Death Star.

This is one of twelve, I look forward to
Until the quacks are convinced, I’m cancer free, Yahoo!

To start, I think these next twelve horrible quack induced sessions deserve a rap so I’ll try and do one for each. If I can think of a tune to match it to, I will note it. For now, just a simple one.

In 24 hours, I’ll rush the cancer center doors
Taking my place on the throne, demanding poison be pushed into my pores.

Don’t know what to expect as they connect to my power port
Could be nausea, cold, fatigue or other worlds of hurt.

The wife will be there by side, stressed and sad too
She’ll wave off my requests to worry not about me but her crew.

I know my taste buds will soon be gone
Better have a chili dog now with onions and jalapenos added on.

Who knows about my head full of hair, now brown and gray
Bald, it will be so round, suitable for croquet!

I got twelve of these bitches to conquer this year
I’m doing it for the kids; I can have no fear.

I should sleep now and avoid all of this worry
By Christmas this will be done, and the concerns, just a memory.

It was an angry bird explosion of fun with bounce house, sugary treats, screaming, some jedi lightsaber action and more.

Another year of crash commercialism and rampant American style consumerism completed. Not that this is a bad thing (to some in this household!) …