Category Archives: Terminal Cancer, Day by Day

Listening to Brock breath

Lordy lordy, It’s almost midnight and I’m still up. I did oodles on this site tonight, though, so bravo to me. I’m especially proud of the About page‘s length. That’s a blog post unto itself.

How lucky I am to be quasi-familiar with WordPress already (thank you, Urban Garden Magazine 2009-2010) and e-newsletter subscription services (thank you, Makaria Farm 2007-2015). All these little pieces from my 37 years feeding into this one uber-project.

Here’s a picture I found of my first wrinkle, from back in May of 2012 — it’s vertical, almost between my eyebrows. I was so proud of it. Life experience, etc.

 

The Math

My sweetie is getting very skinny. Before he got sick, he was close to 250 lbs. This month he fell just under 200 lbs. He’s losing something around 3 lbs every two weeks. In a few years he would weigh the same as our toddler, if he managed to live that long.

At the same time, the evil tumours are doubling and tripling in size every two months. If he lives into 2017, the tumours will be jutting out from his gut like an alien. They’ll have grown into every part of his abdomen. He’ll be solid tumour.