Sunday, November 6, 2011

Back in the Saddle
Hands free, cough cleared, talkin' time again. Howdy.

Treatment Plan Update:

After a few day's of the Dude drifting in no-man's land, in parallel, docs and I had the same thought this week Monday: Get Mr Goold outta here soon. So we've been damning the lungus fungus and got started on next round of chemo, since Tue. Been kinda knocked out, back on the hard stuff, and not much for writin' this week. But been doin' fine.

I get the next round of my own cells next week. Then 2-3 weeks stay thru cell-trough, then out (knock on wood) for 4-6 weeks. Stopped counting the days, but looks like I might even be out for Christmas -- Ho-ho-ho -- and back in to kick off '012 for one heck of a New Year's Resolution: a road to recovery and a life free of dinghies. Season's greetings.

Yesterday (Sat) and today (Sun) were big dose days of Melphaphalo-somethinglikethat: 2 days of the yucky stuff. Melph-day 2 now, one more baggie lined up for this eve.

General Well-Being Update:

Melph-be-damned, after a week mostly in bed, I just had to get outside for fresh air, walks, and some meals over the weekend. Much as I can get down. Pizza and fries did the trick yesterday. Could only get a coffee down earlier today.

But in the greater and grander, after all, am I not here for a 2nd chance? And what's better than 1 time-out to walk free today? That's right: 2 times. The gracious nurses just let me out for a 2nd Sunday adventure, and attempt at dinner. Tagliatelle/spinacci did the trick. And a lovingly bitter Campari helped wash it down.

Back to room soon for some football, on a full tummy. Life yummy.

G'night.