I'm heading back to my palatial estate in Bartlett for the weekend. I need to see the kids. Conner called me at 11 pm last night. There was big news in Bartlett. Some burglars broke into a house next to a school. So, of course, every school had to be notified and they all freaked out about it and of course, the kids found out. So he was scared. I told him to shut up. Act like a man and deal with it, ya puss. Then I mentioned that we have a dog and if she's crazy enough to eat her own poop, she's crazy enough to attack some punks. He then asked why I didn't call in two days. I had but he wasn't around. It's unbelievably hard to call home. You wouldn't believe how hard it is. People think it's brave to endure chemo. It takes more guts to call home.
For you medical types, below is a video of my doctor on You Tube. Although I'm very proud to be his patient, I can tell that he doesn't like me very much. I'm a little emotional when we're together. My temper gets a little high, among other emotions. I see him mentioned often in my many, many daily searches on the Internet. He could be the Elvis of Hodgkin's.