hey um I'm going to Chicago at least for a while

I've also been drinking so I need you ALL to know that I love you all very much

(white wine lol)

also LMAO because I realized we watched the D&D movie so I started hooting and flailing because I can go back in the movies thread now

I've also been drinking so I need you ALL to know that I love you all very much

I, and my hotel Manhattan, also love you!

Aww, I missed exchanging words of affection with tipsy Laga. What's happening in Chicago?

So, we need the Florida Panthers to lose their game against Toronto tonight. DH got tickets for the Mother's Day game for me, but they only come back to Florida if they lose tonight. I'm quite excited to see the game, so come on Panthers, don't wrap up the series tonight!

I wish my stomach would make up its mind--I couldn't face breakfast/solid food, so just had some coffee....but now it's all grumbly and hungry...I think this is part of why I need to be a wealthy early retiree, so I can be awake for a few hours and then have brunch, every day.

Also, loving David and JZ's updates on the trial, it's so interesting to see from the other side! (Sadly the stuff like "why can't you get your act together to dose me before 3PM" seems to be a common issue, from what I can tell, but for a variety of reasons)

Also, loving David and JZ's updates on the trial, it's so interesting to see from the other side! (Sadly the stuff like "why can't you get your act together to dose me before 3PM" seems to be a common issue, from what I can tell, but for a variety of reasons)

I'm currently starting to sweat our infusion timing though I think we're staying ahead of the chemo pump's 45 hour countdown for our flight out on Sunday.

She's all hooked up and getting juicy bags of saline and pre-mix right now.

We're in room 48, Long Infusion, 7th Floor, Cedars Sinai Oschin cancer center today. A full private room again, which is nice for being able to close the door and having a private potty.

I'm starting to branch out and socialize on our trips. Saw Phil the Gambler last week. Going to see my friend Rio on Saturday. (Not Buffista!Rio (Anaheed), but her Bennington friend she stole the name from.)

On our next trip down we get our CT Scan which is exciting/terrifying. So far we've been 0-for-2 on CT Scan news, the first two being flat out disastrous.

Scan 1: JZ has cancer. It has metastasized. It's inoperable.

Scan 2: You've had the worst possible outcome to chemotherapy and your tumors are continuing to proliferate.

The bloodwork is encouraging and bloodwork is fine and dandy, but the Scan is what matters.

So for Scan 3 we're looking for a hearty, "These tumors are definitely shrinking."

The doctor and study coordinator have been very inquisitive about JZ's continuing GI tract adventures (as this seems to be the only side effect of treatment). I had to note that I haven't spent this much time evaluating how much puke and how long it went on since post event gossip after high school keggers. (Short answer: very little puke, usually mitigated by Compazine.)

CT Scan which is exciting/terrifying

"Scanxiety." I still get it, too.

evaluating

Keep a log or diary. Soon the cycles and events will start to blend together in your memory, you will be glad to have documentation you can turn to for review.

Nurse said we'd be done in two hours which keeps us well under on our clock countdown, so we're good.

I'm going for a little walk while JZ rests.

Timelies all!

This morning started off badly. My car got rear-ended on the on ramp to 270.(The on-ramps have lights on them to meter the traffic) I was waiting for the car ahead of me to move when I got hit. Luckily there was a cop just behind us, and insurance information was exchanged.

I'm alright, my car's rear bumper needs some work. I filed a claim with my insurance and have an appointment first thing Monday morning at the body shop. I just need to get in touch with Enterprise for a car rental.(Insurance set things up, but they called the home number, and by the time I could call them back, they were closed. Luckily they're open tomorrow morning.)

Glad your son seems to be okay, Laura!

Happy belated Birthday, Toddson!

I wonder how the guy who drove up to the cafe as I was leaving in his giant SUV with front wheels jacked up so high he might not be able to see the road and base thumping out of his speakers as infrasound would react to the knowledge that he immediately inspired the thought "just how small can a penis get, anyway?"