Sunday, September 25, 2011

Such a Fine Line...

Gotta laugh at myself as I'm reminded today of one of the great words of wisdom from the film "Spinal Tap": "Such a fine line between brilliance and stupidity."

Turns out, as so often in life, there's indeed a great divide between what you hear and what you want to hear. Of course, I've been wanting to hear that after this chemo round, they might let me out for a week or so, to go home, recoop and just chill until the next CT and until they decide next steps - another cycle of chemo, or right into my own stem cell transplant for a boost of my immune system goodness, to pave the way for donor transplant.

Hmm. Turns out, not so much, say the docs at the station here. Unless my out-patient doc can put in a good word for me, as he said he may, to give me and my psyche a few days leave (and I'm reasonable, so I would only do it if it didn't put me at risk), they'll probably dock the CT onto this stay, and keep me here straight thru for my own cell transplant. Which means I'm looking at, oh, about a month, at least, if not more. And then, as they see fit, and as I simply gotta abide, maybe right into the donor transplant.

Any which way, ok, I'm cool. Maybe it is best just to nestle in for the long run. Just get this done. Straight-thru processing; let the healing continue; and get more quickly to full recovery. Back to life, back to family, friends and freedom. Not a bad prospect, come to think of it.

Yes, and also back to work, much as I'm able. Call me nuts, friends and colleagues, but I miss the craziness, miss y'all too. Really hoping you're all finding fulfillment and fun in the new org - making it the place you truly want to be.

Anyway, what's up for me today? After a nice cup of jo, had a nice lunch. Thinking wonderful thoughts of Sammy, who goes off tomorrow for a week-long class trip. Really happy whenever she gets to go out and be independent, hang out with friends, and gain new experiences. She and her pals are really excited. And for me, it's a great relief to know that she's happy, worry-free and seeing daddy's little stayover here as just another step on the path to healing. (Wishing you a great time, Sweetie.)

Now got to get back for a quick infusion. Think I'll play some guitar and do some drummin thereafter. Then an early eve walk. Tonight, got me some football in store. The games start so late here, so I can only watch one game before bed, but it's kinda cool to have not just Sunday football, but more like Sun, Mon, Tue to catch up on the best games.

Another lovely day of little pleasures. All well. Life good.

(Oh, and Katie: Happy football, and, Clara, happy father's day ;')