Greg, How Are You?

The PET scan showed good progress but not enough to head to Pasadena for a transplant.  No green light.

So, two cycles of chemo, three weeks each.  Staying home for another six weeks.

Not bad and still room for good.  Huzzah.

Six weeks past a chemo.

I am having so much fun.  Really.  Oh.

I’m over my cold.  Yay for functional immune systems!

And I’m feeling great.  Five weeks since my last chemo and I’m perky, curious and for the first time in ages, on a road trip to norcal.

What’s up with the medical world?   Dr. Malone thinks I might be ready for a transplant and has called for a PET scan soonest.  The results determine what happens next.  We’re a hair’s width from starting LA motions and we just can’t help planning ahead even though the decision is days in front of us.

I need to ready the house for my long absence.  Mom and Dad will prep their trailer and move to a park near the hospital.

Head cold, sinus cold.

Amicable breakup (second week of november) now sour breakup (wednesday).

House, disarray.  Yard, unsightly piles.

Sleep, disrupted.  Mouth breathing.

But the love and support remains awesome.