zilch.

I got nothin’.  

My father, who’s being treated for prostate cancer, has just taken his massive dose of estrogen.  It essentially puts him into a menopause-like state for about six months where his body’s testosterone is overwhelmed (thereby starving the cancer cells).  Pretty nifty treatment, except that the main side effect is that he gets to deal with estrogen-related mood swings, lethargy, etc.  (note to male readers, get your PSA checked regularly.  I don’t care what that latest study posted in the NYT said, my dad’s massively aggressive cancer was detected during a routine PSA test, and he would have been dead these nine years since if not for that test.  *stepping off soapbox now*.)

Anyway, what I was getting at is that when I spoke with him last, he sounded ok, but glum – he hates these hormone treatments.  He said, “It could be worse, I suppose.  At least I don’t bleed.”

Well, yeah.  Me neither.  I’ve got the mood swings and the desire to sit in a dark corner spooning Ben & Jerry’s into my face.  But no bleeding.  

Damnit.

This cycle is already looking like a 32 days cycle.  Anyone want to take bets on a 33 day?  Maybe a 34 day?  Maybe we should just cancel this cycle and start me on BCP now to try to jump start my poor innards.  

Going to go sulk now, like a 15-year-old girl who wants to ‘be a woman just like her friends’, while trying to avoid the B&J freezer today.

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