Tuesday, April 22, 2008


The white guy. That's me. Hooked up to an infusion pump for about 4 hours. Turns out that my hemoglobin had dropped further to 7.6 and I needed two bags of blood.

On Monday, Peg and I dropped in, with car fully packed, to tell doc we we leaving treatment a day early. He advised I might make it to LA before passing out or spiking a fever. He made us unpack. And then the blood. This morning, I have to admit, I don't feel light-headed and can be identified in photos of me in the sheets.

Peg is still on quota for handing out postcards of my latest novel, "The Altar Boys" with her new stitching friends and my office is attempting to keep up with bookstore demand. 

Thursday, we will try again with Dr. Saven, wearing my new tee shirt just received from Nancy Sheehan: "I love the smell of Chemo in the morning."  


At April 25, 2008 1:01 AM , Blogger Linda said...

I hope that you and your tractor will be reunited soon.
Do you have moss growing in your garden? If so, throw some water on it and enjoy the show.
Hugs from Santa Barbara!


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