“Oh he love, he love, he love He does love his numbers And they run, they run, they run him In a great big circle In a circle of infinity But he must, he must, he must Put a number to it.” 12/7/2021: Catching up on tag lines lately, something…
“And appear more intelligent and smart,But I’m stuck like a dopeWith a thing called hope,And I can’t get it out of my heart!” Today’s counts in contrast to Monday: WBC – 3.20 down from 3.44RBC – 2.95 up from 2.27Hemoglobin – 9.0 up from 7.4 Platelets – 22 up from…
“…To the next whisky bar……Oh, don’t ask why……Oh, don’t ask why…” The trip to Johns Hopkins today was only marred by construction on I95. Upon arrival it didn’t take long for Karen to be led to the bleeding station. Her Phlebotomist was very good and efficient; however, the draw site…
“…My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain IBM [8086] So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised…” And as Johns Hopkins fades from the rear view mirror, fellow travelers, we come to end of (New)Chemo Cycle Two. It has been a hard road, but today…
“…’Cause I’ve got you on my mind…” ———- Number 37 ———- So you’re feeling nauseous, the shake is about to fly? Girl, I got a deal for you – I’m such a romantic guy. You’re weak, shaky and a more then a little sad, Swerve left, dart right, f… brake!!!…
“…Honey got no money I’m sixes and sevens and nines…” Note: This blog is written in memory of Jeanne Robertson (1943-2021), her mantra was to find the humor in ordinary everyday situations. Monday at Hopkins: Plan: Travel, Labs, Doctor’s Consult, Infusions, Home. Well, things went mostly according to plan. We…
“…Wipe the insecurities away…” I wish things where that way. Karen’s Thursday Johns Hopkins visit went in many ways like Monday and in some important ways not at all. The plan is travel, blood draw, doctor visit, and if needed off to the Infusion Center, travel home. Wrinkle one was,…
“…Oh, nurse I’m gonna make a new resolution…” Karen is currently napping. She had a very long day at Hopkins. Her morning blood work showed that her platelet count had dropped to ten. Bad. The general malaise has persisted accented by body spasms and leg, butt, and bone pain. None…
“….We thought they’d never end We’d sing and dance forever and a day We’d live the life we choose We’d fight and never lose Those were the days…” In the world of the atomic clock, time is precise to the point of determining leap seconds to keep the electronic world…
“Well, it’s alright, doin’ the best you can…” So, for Saturday morning fun we went to Hopkins today. Rounds complete, the battery of 15 shots of chemo for the week is done. Nausea, spams, and general pain complicate everything. Hopkins on a weekend is a bit apocalyptic. Empty. Dead. A…