It’s been three days since we called the audible. In all honesty I can’t say that I feel any different but I am sure it is too early to tell. What I do know is after my treatment they gave me some blood that was supposed to improve my hemoglobin thus improving my fatigue and tiredness. Unfortunately I am still tired, and get short of breath climbing the small flights of steps in our home.
I have a lot of confidence this is going to do the trick, so I will wait to pass judgement. Part of the problem is Chemo is such a bastard it can stay in your system for a long time. The great news the devil known as taxol is out of my life for the time being.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of having my folks sit in on my treatment. I think it was a good experience for all. No matter how old or tough you are it is always good to have your mommy around. Thanks mom and dad for making the trip to Chicago. I think it was good for them to get a first hand look at what I am going through and it was good for them to meet my medical team. My dad was classic Herman and entertained the nurses or at least made the attempt. It was also just good to spend some time just talking with the parents.
Probably the most amazing thing that happened while strapped to the IV Drip was my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number and very uncharacteristically I answered. On the other line was a vice I kind of recognized but certainly couldn’t put a name or face with the voice. Finally the voice said Hey Jeff this is Ken Mannie. I haven’t talked to Coach Mannie since the mid 1980’s. In a million years it’s a call I wouldn’t have expected. I must say the words it’s Ken Mannie sent chills down my spine, as those that know him know he can strike fear into the soul of the toughest Son of a Bitch on any team. We BS’d for roughly a half hour and the call gave another rough day a few minutes of joy. Thanks a million coach!
Keeping it short and simple tonight.