Cheers all!
The days are now being marked by how many naps I get. Physically I'm in great shape - I simply have no energy. Docs say it'll come with time. In the meantime I treasure my happy nappy!
Rarely am I at a lost for words (as a teacher I've always got something to say!) but the events of last Thanksgiving stunned me into utter silence and then a torrent of tears. Over at Luke's house, for Thanksgiving Dinner, led by Mike Raque, Becky's brother, in a fit of love bordering on insanity, the male population in attendance decided to make a trek into the garage, and with hairdresser Katie in tow, all shaved their heads in support of Chemo Bob! Mike Raque, George Anderson, Sam Anderson, Dillon Rodriquez, Luke Haire, Tim Raque, William Pregliasco, Don Stearns. I haven't been so touched since my children were born. I'm still speechless. I'm awed at the display of support and love - yet I'm befuddled at the insanity! I don't know whether to say "Thank you, I love you." or "What did you do you crazy bastards!" I guess I'll just combine the two. "I love you crazy bastards!!" Let's just make this a one time thing. No tradition here!
And keeping up with the spirit of giving, I woke up one morning and walked into the kitchen, when I noticed an unusual sight on my back porch! It seems that a certain Italian Irish elf named Tom Keenan just couldn't stand that I'd go through Christmas without a real tree. (Docs put a kabash on a real tree indoors this year.)
So he and his beautiful wife Tammy went out one night, bought a tree, bought a tree stand, bought multiple strands of lights, bought a UK Santa's hat topper, snuck onto my back porch while I was sleeping and set the whole thing up, lights and all!!! Imagine my surprise the next morning. And another torrent of tears followed.
Just rereading what I just wrote created another torrent of tears. Blame it on the Chemo.
I go back in next Wednesday for treatment number 4 of 6. (I should be home for Christmas, if nothing unusual comes up.) That means I'm over 1\2 way done! I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel yet but I know it's there and I know I'm getting closer.
I can't say enough about the people that surround me. And how much I love them. You all know. And I truly am speechless. Let's let the silence speak volumes. Merry Christmas to all. We'll talk soon. Chemo Bob.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
It's Thursday - still in prison
My original release date was last Monday. It's now looking like next Tuesday. Nothing ruins your chi like being told that your parole has been denied. I'll pound something out here - but it probably won't be much.
I've kind of bounced from infection to infection. These infections have caused my delay in leaving. The last infection is the most insidious. It seems that all the little poop cells in the bowels of my body all got together and decided to create a huge water slide. They propped open every door, every valve, every opening in my intestines from my stomach all the way to the final exits to the outside. They would then take a running start in my belly and throw themselves into the luge-like side, through the twist and turns, all the way until it spit them out into the out side world. They probably charged $4-$5 that they used to go to their Annual Poop Convention. (They used to hold it with the Mucus Guys, but that was before they made it big in Hollywood.)
Anyway you can imagine my surprise when my orifices began to erupt, unannounced, with all sorts of vile and detestable materials. It caused quit a stir here in the hospital. My ego will never be the same. (No, Jimmie, there weren't any 18 year old Candy Strippers to clean me up.) It's called C Diff, for those of you that are medically inclined. And the pain of the contractions was horrific. I have great respect for you ladies now! So they immediately put me on a ton of antibodies, including a constant drip of Morphine, which I'm on now. Believe it's tough to search your person list of vocabulary words when your on morphine.
But they've seemed to have gotten that under control, they've hired 3 new people for the 3 that quit when they absolutely refused to enter my room upon open the door and smelling the stench. They swore that only an exorcism could clean up the mess.
Everybody's waiting to see if the system has settled down. It's been a pretty hectic 6 days. Ups and downs!! This week has been the downs!! More than I thought I could handle. This week was one of tears and hugs from my best friend, Becky. I need to go home for a couple of days to find my inner peace again! I"ll write again when I've got the strength. Hopefully from home! Chemo Bob.
I've kind of bounced from infection to infection. These infections have caused my delay in leaving. The last infection is the most insidious. It seems that all the little poop cells in the bowels of my body all got together and decided to create a huge water slide. They propped open every door, every valve, every opening in my intestines from my stomach all the way to the final exits to the outside. They would then take a running start in my belly and throw themselves into the luge-like side, through the twist and turns, all the way until it spit them out into the out side world. They probably charged $4-$5 that they used to go to their Annual Poop Convention. (They used to hold it with the Mucus Guys, but that was before they made it big in Hollywood.)
Anyway you can imagine my surprise when my orifices began to erupt, unannounced, with all sorts of vile and detestable materials. It caused quit a stir here in the hospital. My ego will never be the same. (No, Jimmie, there weren't any 18 year old Candy Strippers to clean me up.) It's called C Diff, for those of you that are medically inclined. And the pain of the contractions was horrific. I have great respect for you ladies now! So they immediately put me on a ton of antibodies, including a constant drip of Morphine, which I'm on now. Believe it's tough to search your person list of vocabulary words when your on morphine.
But they've seemed to have gotten that under control, they've hired 3 new people for the 3 that quit when they absolutely refused to enter my room upon open the door and smelling the stench. They swore that only an exorcism could clean up the mess.
Everybody's waiting to see if the system has settled down. It's been a pretty hectic 6 days. Ups and downs!! This week has been the downs!! More than I thought I could handle. This week was one of tears and hugs from my best friend, Becky. I need to go home for a couple of days to find my inner peace again! I"ll write again when I've got the strength. Hopefully from home! Chemo Bob.
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