October 23. Still surfing the wave.
It is now day 21 of chemotherapy. I continue to have more energy than
I've ever had in my life. Yesterday I got up at 6am, already thinking
about mathematics, left around 7am and did my 40 minute commute
listening to my current Italian audiobook (La Coscienza di Zeno, by
Italo Svevo, if anyone cares to know). Worked on math until my 9:30
class and gave another energetic lecture. Had my customary large salad
for lunch (I've become an herbivore as leafy greans are supposed to help
the red blood cells, often grazing on ferns and leaves with the deer in
the park). Took a nap, after which I discovered that the speaker for our
informal seminar on group cohomology was sick for the second week in a
row, so decided to talk in her place. Cooked up a lecture in no time.
Had office hours, then off to the seminar and held forth for an hour on
the cohomology of extraspecial 2-groups. Drove home (more of Signor
Svevo), had leftover Thai (my wife being out on the town for a Boeing
dinner). Fell asleep on the couch for a while, which is pretty normal
for me these days, but then worked on math from 8 to 1 in the morning
which is totally abnormal. Usually I'm in bed by 10:30 and not really
good for much for the hour or two before that. Wasn't all that sleepy
at 1, but went to bed anyway. It's been more of the same today.
It is really, really bizarre. I haven't done any research for several
years now, but in this chemo-induced hyperstate I almost feel like
starting it up again. I can picture the acknowledgments: ``I'd like to
thank Dr. X and the UW Med oncology team for their contributions to this
paper, and the 8th floor infusion ward for providing a quiet, hospitable
environment in which to work...'' Well, tomorrow is the double-dose,
cisplatin and gemcitabine. I know my platelets are beginning to drop, so
maybe the red blood cells are next. It's also when you start to lose
hair, at least in many cases. The suspense is still killing me. When
does it all start? Still waiting...