Last treatment Thursday. Dr. Sanfilippo says the coming week may be the worst; then expects me to feel better “from week to week, not from day to day.” Likely to have a voice about three weeks from now. He suggests having Dr. Sulica scope me about a month from now, when the inflammation has died down. Predicts that the tumor mass will have disappeared entirely, leaving nothing to biopsy.
Indeed, I’ve felt fairly rotten the last couple of days. I seem to be feverish, and yesterday when I took too many pills too quickly they came back up. On the other hand, I’ve now had two nights of undrugged sleep, the first time I haven’t needed sedatives in nearly a month. Got a good night’s sleep last night, woke up, had breakfast, checked my email and Twitter … and went right back to bed for another few hours of sleep. The deficit must have been profound, but right now I’m fully alert and comfortable. Tomorrow may be the time I try some exercise.
Still no results reported from my blood and urine test. Definitely crossing LabCorp off my list. I’m told they specialize in workplace drug testing.
As promised, the radiation oncology team let me keep the custom-made mask that was used to keep my head from moving during the treatments. Having a genuine North American piece on my wall will diversify my collection, which otherwise is entirely West and Central African. For a people with a relatively limited tradition of ritual mask-making,the North Americans show a great deal of promise. I greatly admire the combination of portraiture with high abstraction, reminiscent of the best Lobi work,or the early Cycladic figurines.
Ritual Healing MaskN. American, early c. XXI.