Day +189 Enema Juice goes WHERE?

I wish I could describe the energy that I feel right now. We're in Canmore house sitting for a month, and Jim (my father-in-law) told me to start the motorcycle every couple of days to keep the battery charged. Well Jim, after a trip to Harvey Heights and back I'd say the motorcycle is fully charged. To be fair, you never said the motorcycle had to be stationary while it was running :-)

Anyway, I've got a feeling inside me right now that I haven't felt is a long, long time. The wind in my face, the feeling of speeding down the road on two wheels, I guess the whole experience gave MY batteries a recharge. It's most likely the adrenaline, but I really hope this feeling lasts a while, because I actually feel like my old self right now. I feel powerful, I feel strong, and I feel like I could conquer the world.

My hospital visit yesterday was long but interesting. The CMV virus that I was fighting was a NEW virus for me. That was why I got soooooo sick a while back. It turns out that both my donor and I were CMV negative, and somewhere back about a month ago, I managed to pick it up. My immune system has managed to fight it off, and I'll never have to worry about it again. I'm back to being tested for all the other viruses that could cause problems, and unfortunately they decided to have the bloodwork continue AFTER I had come back from my first round of bloodwork. So I got poked in the same vein twice in one day, and I had a bone density scan, and a chest X-ray. I really felt like a lab rat there for a while.

But here's the funny part about yesterday. There's a sore on my tongue that might or might not be Graft Vs. Host, so I got a mouthwash to swish with four times a day. Unfortunately, the mouthwash they gave me is usually used as an enema. That's right, I get to hold enema liquid in my mouth for four times a day until the sore goes away. I didn't want to ask what doctor thought of that idea, but they say it works great so who am I to argue. Besides, it has no taste, so I just have to get past the mental aspect of swishing with a colon cleanser.

Well, it seems that the energy rush is starting to wear off, but at least for a brief time I felt like my old self. If Jim doesn't mind, I think I'll recharge the batteries on that motorcycle everyday. Don't worry, I'm staying away from populated areas, highways, and downtown, and yes, I'm practicing all of my turns and emergency stops every day before I open the throttle and drop the hammer on that 250cc beast. I know he never said that the motorcycle was to be ridden, but he never said I couldn't so I'm choosing to read between the lines on this one. Besides, if we consider riding a motorcycle to be part of my cancer treatment, it's far less dangerous than most of the stuff I've been through in the last six months, right?

Thanks Jim, for making me feel alive again.