A very productive and therapeutic weekend. We cleaned Joe's apartment on Friday night, and stayed there for the first time since the diagnosis. After our chores were done, we sat on the front porch and clapped and sang while he played guitar. It was fun and intimate and cathartic for us both. I'm surprised at the number of songs that have been about mortality all along without my realizing it. Mortality and love, which are two very present concepts to the both of us.
Saturday saw the worst brunch ever (if you're ever in Richmond, do NOT go to F.W. Sullivan's, even though they have a Bloody Bar). After some SF trip preparation, we headed to Charlottesville, where our friend hosted a bonfire guitar jam at his place near Ash Lawn. Another night of music therapy, this time with good friends, star gazing, kudzu discussing, and yarn spinning. Joe sang and played with beautiful abandon.
Yesterday we visited Ellwood Thompson, our best local natural market, and bought a bunch of recommended tinctures and extracts and so on. Garlic extract and Quercetin and Cat's Claw and Ginseng and Tumeric. We'll have to buy shark cartilage online. We also got a bunch of protein powder for the all-important quest of building some muscle mass before chemo. Joe is so thin. I'm shamed by my self-centered and unobservant idea that his weight loss was due to lifestyle changes I inspired. I turned him on to running and salads, but he wasn't running that much, or eating that much salad. 40 pounds!
Stay tuned for more updates on the Oncologist quest, insurance considerations, and more. What fun! ;)
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