Vegetables and Radiation

I have begun to eat some healthy stuff these days. I have also been trying to cook at home. Zach, my buddy from high school, moved in here last month and we have been working together to eat all these ridiculous food items: spinach leaves, onions, wheat bread, fruit, and other similar foods that were made for cows to eat. The unique quality about these foods, besides tasting less like delicious fat and more like the dirt in which they grow, is that they start going rotten immediately after you buy them, probably because they do not contain chemicals that cause Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma and probably because they are not insulated in a fatty batter. My old diet of fast food did not require me to plan ahead in any way. This new diet has me planning two, three, or even four days in advance, which is completely stifling my living-on-the-edge lifestyle. I have also begun to use plates, forks, pots, etc. These are very annoying, because after they are used they become "dishes", which means that you have to wipe them, put them in the dishwasher, turn it on, then unload them into cabinets as plates, forks, and pots. Zach does a lot of it out of pitty for my cancer, so as soon as he realizes I don't really have it any more, he will probably cut me off. [By the way, it is really great having Zach out here, because not only is he serving as my nutritionist and personal trainer, he is also coaching with me. He fills in the holes where my cancer-brain is lacking. I just need to get him a day job that is flexible with coaching.]

My health is actually returning rapidly. I feel stronger every day, and my little coughing problem is kind of going away. Right now as I type, I just have that annoying, subtle whistling coming from my nose every time I exhale. I played volleyball with my varsity team (Sacred Heart Prep) and my leg didn't break off into tiny cancer-pieces. I was sweating like a madman, but it felt great.

Tomorrow I meet with my radiation oncologist. I have no idea what we are going to do, but I suspect we will at least formulate the plan for how to cook up my inerts with the radiation beams. I am thinking I will start the treatment this week. I guess I am kind of nervous about it, mostly because the treatment implies that some of those little badboys could still be in there gnawing on my bones; however, it feels good to know that they will die a painful death by fire.