Many people have asked what we need. I finally have a good answer. Assuming the platelets get off their platelet asses, I will be going into a pretty intensive period during the month of March. They tell us that's when I'll need a "Care-person" with me at all times. Sherri and I will both be living in a germ-free hospital room fighting over the remote and laughing at the noises I make while I puke for almost a month. The kids have already helped me prepare for this as they've both designed puke buckets. I requested a target with numbers etc. I'm sure McKenna's has something with flowers.
Unfortunately, our great stand-by babysitter, my sister, is traveling for most of the month. So we're going to need back-ups. Now, my wife has a list and probably doesn't need anybody new. But in this situation, you can't have too many back-ups. If anyone would like to spend a few nights in our double-wide in Bartlett and isn't on any list for molesting kids, please feel free to send a note to Sherri at email@example.com. For those of you like Pat who are Internet-challenged, please remember it's net and com.
Some of you have asked how this relapse happened and with the help of the doctors at MD Anderson I now have a much better idea. The fault lies in me not coming to MD Anderson in the first place. Toward the end of my last treatment, I was having a bad reaction to one of my chemo drugs and then became very sick after treatment. The biggest problems were my lungs, which never became well enough to get radiation treatment. I wasn't looking forward to radiation any way. In fact, based on the information given to me (which I know now to be completely incorrect), I would've probably turned it down. Any way, with the specific type of cancer that I had, I absolutely needed that radiation treatment. The cancer was guaranteed to come back. The ironic part of it is that one of my last lung tests was responsible for spotting my relapsed cancer. Three months too late.
The lesson here is when faced with such a serious and perilous situation, look for only the best help. Yes, it costs more and puts quite a strain on everything and everyone. But the big bills, the medical costs, are exactly the same as if I went to Central DuPage Hospital. The difference is absolutely huge. Like I mentioned, if I went here in the first place, my toxic reaction to the chemo medicine would have been dealt with. If I did get sick, I would have gotten attention faster and have gotten over it faster. And I wouldn't have gotten any bad advice. I tell you all this in case you run into a loved one (another loved one besides me, of course) who comes down with something like this.
Lastly, thanks to Reed. The answer to my humdrum existence here in Houston was staring me right in the face. Hulu. I can do Hulu for a little while.
Sorry this wasn't more interesting and full of jokes about the Turkish channel. Even late night Turkish channel sucks. Some play is on right now. Must be the PBS channel in Turkey.