Trousered Ape
An exercise in presumption.
Tuesday, June 02, 2026
State of the Ape LI
Thank you very much for your prayers for us.
I had my last dose of chemo on 05/14. This Thursday will be three weeks since, so (hopefully) my blood will start to return to normal, and the fatigue will start to diminish. I’ll be having blood work done in early July before seeing my oncologist; if things look OK I may be able to leave the house without worrying about catching something; and, especially, I could attend Mass again.
On 06/22 it was four years since I was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. Not bad, considering that at the time we weren’t sure whether I’d make it to Christmas. But, thanks be to God and modern medicine, I’m still here. For a while, anyway; not to belittle them, but all the treatments have only served to postpone the inevitable: at some point, things are going to go irretrievably pear-shaped. At which time I can take comfort in the knowledge that the funeral and the cemetery plot are paid for.
By the way, I never got around to noting that the back and shoulder pain I complained of last December went away as mysteriously as it came.
Edwina 3 continues to progress, but at a glacial pace.
It's not over, folks:
Adam Smith
Penetrated to the pith
Of economic thought
When he said, “Things can be bought.”
They interviewed Johann Strauss
After he finished Die Fledermaus.
He said, “It’s about a bat.”
And that was that.
Leon Trotsky
Would not ski.
His reason was slight:
The snow was White.
And because it’s funny:
Thank you very much for your prayers for us.
I had my last dose of chemo on 05/14. This Thursday will be three weeks since, so (hopefully) my blood will start to return to normal, and the fatigue will start to diminish. I’ll be having blood work done in early July before seeing my oncologist; if things look OK I may be able to leave the house without worrying about catching something; and, especially, I could attend Mass again.
On 06/22 it was four years since I was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. Not bad, considering that at the time we weren’t sure whether I’d make it to Christmas. But, thanks be to God and modern medicine, I’m still here. For a while, anyway; not to belittle them, but all the treatments have only served to postpone the inevitable: at some point, things are going to go irretrievably pear-shaped. At which time I can take comfort in the knowledge that the funeral and the cemetery plot are paid for.
By the way, I never got around to noting that the back and shoulder pain I complained of last December went away as mysteriously as it came.
Edwina 3 continues to progress, but at a glacial pace.
It's not over, folks:
Adam Smith
Penetrated to the pith
Of economic thought
When he said, “Things can be bought.”
They interviewed Johann Strauss
After he finished Die Fledermaus.
He said, “It’s about a bat.”
And that was that.
Leon Trotsky
Would not ski.
His reason was slight:
The snow was White.
And because it’s funny:
