Monday, October 25, 2010

"America's Heartthrob"

Fifth cycle is cycling, and it is time to refocus this blog on what is really important, namely providing pictures from walks I have taken.  Last weekend rolled into town sunny and warm(ish).  C poked and prodded and eventually got me off of the couch (or what passes for a couch in our household... see pictures later in this post).  We drove to Kincaid Park, a park within the city limits with a pretty extensive trail network used for skiing in the winter and walking, running, or biking in the summer.  We spent about an hour and a half wandering around on some of the trails I had never been on that traverse the park's southern border, with views of distant mountains and salt water.

We eventually stumbled upon a bench.  I like to think that every bench I find on a walk or hike was brought  to that location by some eagle scout vying for a merit badge.  Whatever its source, the bench made for some fine napping in the later afternoon sun.

And speaking of napping, it turns out that the fifth cycle has hit me a little harder than the prior four in terms of fatigue.  I spent a good part of the weekend feeling tired and asleep on the couch.  Napping on the couch may not sound like a topic worthy of a blog post, but I like to think the fact that I'm 6'0" and the couch (really, a love seat) sits somewhere around 4'0" makes the napping at least comical, if not truly newsworthy.

Note the expert use of a chair as a couch extender.  This kind of thinking outside the box has really made me realize that the world is my napping oyster.

I've previously described the chemo-infusion room as a room with recliners.  In addition to the chairs, the room comes complete with two tables pushed up against the windows on which people have started doing jigsaw puzzles.  [Are they still called jigsaw puzzles?  I wonder when the last time a puzzle was actually cut by a jigsaw?]  Towards the end of the day during my last infusion, tired of staring into the chemical void, C and I pulled our seats over and puttered around putting pieces into place.  The puzzle presented a stirring scene of horseback riders, mountain streams, and aspens.  Puzzles had been there since we first came in for treatment one, and presumably patients and friends and families had been working away on this (or some other) puzzle since time immemorial.  Nevertheless, one nurse and my oncologist both stopped by at separate times and said, "Huh, a puzzle," as if they had never seen them there.  They both continued, "I haven't done a puzzle since I was a kid."  C and I made the same comment to each other when we first sat down.  While the puzzles themselves were at those tables since time immemorial, I think it was the sight of two people under 65 working them that drew the staffs' attention to them for what was perhaps the first time ever.

Taken by our puzzle experience, and with some time at home recovering on the horizon, we quickly filled our household with puzzles of our own.  Here I am working on a classic from the C family collection, circa 1980.

You'll see that working the puzzle has become all encompassing, and even meals take a backseat to that pig's luscious hair.  I think at this point completing it is really just for the sake of reclaiming our dinning room table.


  1. All right! One more cycle to go! You really should get yourself a snow bike to celebrate....

    'Huh, a puzzle' - classic.

  2. One snow bike coming up... right after we figure out where the hell we'll keep it!