Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Fun in the dead of night

It's just about 3 am. I hear them preparing the chemo outside my room right now. They're supposed to start at 3:30 but may be running a little ahead. That's fine with me. Can't sleep anyway. 

The first IV bag is the anti nausea drug. The second bag is a steroid. The third is my first high dose of chemo, the lovely gemcitabine. I won't sleep for the night. The steroid will keep me up the rest of the way. 

It's now me versus the sickness. Six months of getting to this point, to able to have a chance to live. I didn't know it would come at 3:30 in the morning with a body that's beat and a mind that's dead tired. Ground control. This is Major Tom.


  1. This is Ground Control to Major Tom. You've really made the grade and the papers want to know whose shirt you wear.

    Well, they probably know you are wearing the snazzy hospital gown that shows your butt crack when you walk down the hallway with Bill.

    Game on. Time to dance. You can do this. You are mentally tough, stronger than your opponent and you have something worth fighting for. I belive in you and South Carolina is sending out more positive vibes to you in Houston.

    You're a killer. You're a mutant. You're a lean, mean fighting machine. Let's Do IT!!!!! You the man, Michael. Kick ass.

  2. Time to Dominate the Dojo!