SSDD

Same Stuff, Different Day. The gov called again and said I should take another week off. My blood cell count for white cells and platelets are just the same as last week--poor. I'm right on the line between being too low to continue and maybe just going on ahead with it. The doc made that old joke about the treatment being successful--no cancer here!--but the patient died. Ha...ha...

We've had company in to visit both this past weekend and the week prior, so the time off has been really welcome. "Mo", our buddy from Pam's first time at Burning Man, was a pleasure to have around. One never really knows how people will transplant from that crazy environment to this crazy one, but we both felt really good about her coming and sorry to see her go.

Hardly had the dust cleared than my colleague from Ropeworks/Skala and a Burner as well, Mike, came by to hang out. He and I spent the weekend doing "man things", and we had a ball. Got in a little caving, a little target shooting, and we even spent a little time drilling a hole in the ceiling of the "man pad" so as to hang a rope and fine tune his new Mitchell rope climbing rig. The testesterone was so thick in there that Pam couldn't come in for fear of growing a beard! That's what having a special man-cave is all about, isn't it?

So I'm enjoying this week of feeling better than I have in a long time, even though it will cost me time on the "back end" of the treatment regimen as the promised four more doses come due.

Cheers,

Clem