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Hello kids. It’s been a little bit hasn’t it. I figured between Hurricane Irmageddon prep, loss of power and general chaos, nobody really gave a damn about the blog, so I decided to get fat and drunk as a rat on hurricane rations. Because no matter what they tell you, non perishable items and rum will go bad on you. So right now I’m at an undisclosed location on the eighth floor at the temple of doom in the chemo room, maybe. It’s been a rough couple of weeks for our heroine. From just being tired from the second bout of radiation to starting chemo again and just wiping her out, its been a whirlwind. We spoke with our doctor and after the MRI next week we’ll be possibly starting a third medication to go along with the two for chemo she’s got now. We asked about possible clinical trials. That’s not really an option at this point because the chemo/radiation combo is working or holding the line. The trials are only offered if things start to go downhill. Then we assess the feasibility of mobilizing her to a different hospital and all that goes with it. So thats actually a good thing right now. Her tube is giving her fits also. The chemo/hurting tube combo meal sent us to the emergency room last Sunday night after a weekend of misery. We think a stitch came loose or something and the ER doctor confirmed this. Side note, is it a requirement for all the ER doctors to have a man bun or Mr. sensitive ponytail action going on with their hair? This one wasn’t male model quality like the immortal Dr Dragon but the hair pulled back just I don’t know. It lessens my confidence a little. Maybe its jealousy, could be. I doubt it but maybe. Either way, she’s stubborn and wants to battle through it. Why, its beyond me, but thats what she does. So keep her in your thoughts as we’re doing chemo two weeks on, one week off again and hopefully its not as bad as last time
Obviously the universe has been plotting against us for months. I have no doubt about it now with this storm blowing through the islands right before we were supposed to go on vacation and leveling everything. Seriously universe, I know fair is only a place with barn animals and rides put up by carnis, but honestly, you owe us a break. Just one. It better be a big one. And don’t tell me about you holding the rain off for our vowapalooza. I don’t want to hear it. You need to pull something big off, you know what I want, just do it. OK?
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I wrote this all above sitting in a room watching my wife getting nonsense/poison pumped into her. I thought a lot of dark stuff watching her sleep. I thought a lot about this blog. In a strange twist of fate I woke up (after passing out against a wall) listening to a podcast thats usually funny talking about people who lose people when they’re young and how strong they are. I thought about how people have said how good my blog is, and how is it therapeutic on some level. I’d like to say it is. Because the last few weeks have been torturous without it. I put on a pretty brave face but look, I’m scared. I look at my kids. That’s a tough road. I talked to a guy a few weeks ago on a jobsite and I’m not certain I mentioned ham and cheese but he said “your girls will be stronger than you think” Man, I certainly hope so. I look at my wife. I cant imagine. I dare not look at myself because thats a wormhole only savages go down. I’m truly thankful that I’ve collected a few that will wallow in the muckety muck with me. You know who you are and I will never, ever be able to thank you enough. Elizabeth and I were sitting in the waiting room and there was a guy with his wife (we assumed). Dude looked tired. Elizabeth said that guy getting off the elevator just looked worn out. She hoped that wouldn’t be me. I looked at him. Seemed like a guy without a support system. I know I’ve said a lot “I’ve got this”. Because I want to be the tough guy. Fact of the matter is I’m not. I’ll need all you sooner than later. I may hug a lot more. If that offends you or you’re uncomfortable with it too bad. Deal with it. Little story, we had an appointment in pain management today. After checking in there was an older guy wheeling his wife to the desk. Usually a pretty mundane event. But this was so great……
(Woman behind the counter) Last name of the patient
(Dude moving the wheelchair) Battle Axe. Hold on, I’ll spell it. B A T T L E A X E. Battle axe.
The whole room friggin lost it.
He delivered a line that I think was lost in the laughter. “Please, put me out of her misery”
It was like a live version of married with Children it was so perfect. Might have been the most honest laugh I’ve had in weeks. God bless that guy.
There’s been a lot of heaviness the last few weeks guys. Pray for us. Send mojo or juju or whatever. But this ain’t going away. Time moves pretty fast kids. Dont forget to tell the people close to you that you love them. Until I see you, love all you and blog at you later. Big Kiss MMMMMMMMMMUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!