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In the future, we will all be so familiar with every conceivable plot line that when our DVDs arrive from Netflix, we will put them in our players, skip to the Chapters Menu and simply review the titles. Then we will pop our DVDs out, put them back in their red envelopes and drop them in the nearest mail box.This our descendants will call: "Watching a movie".
Further into the future, the movie companies will forgo actually making movies at all. Chapter Menus will suffice. This art form will give rise to many internationally recognized auteurs. You might even be one of them!
So let's strap on our personal jet-packs or rev up our flying cars and propel ourselves into that brave new Tomorrow Land!
Because the fact is, see, I need to bring this thing up to the present as soon as I can. For my sake, not yours.
So here are the chapter titles direct from the past by way of your future:
- Tumor Re-staged by Stanford to Ib2 (Yay!)
- Scary Insurance.
- I Fly To San Francisco
- I Meet Good People
- Telling Mom And the Other Brother (Yikes!)
- More Scary Insurance
- Less Scary Insurance
- "Whew!" On the Insurance Crap
- CIS-Platin Nightmare
- C-P Nightmare Over
- Sister Holding Up Well
- Sister Comes Home for Two Weeks
- We Have Fun in San Francisco
- I Fly Home to NYC
So anyways... my sister was supposed to return to the hospital yesterday (Monday, 7-Sep) for another week of chemo to go along with her continuing radiation treatments. Unfortunately, a blood test revealed that her white blood cell count was too low to permit the resumption of chemo. (God damn it to hell.) So they sent her home from the hospital and now she has to wear a silly-looking (but necessary) mask to help protect her from infection. An infection, of course, would be an even BIGGER nightmare.
With luck, in a few days her white cell count will be back up to where it needs to be and the chemo can resume.
I confess I was very dismayed when I heard this news yesterday.
All along I have been trying to maintain a hopeful yet not particularly optimistic attitude. This is to prevent me from feeling dismay whenever we encounter set-backs. Things will inevitably go awry as we go along so I don't feel I can afford optimism right now. I can't afford the disappointment of things not being absolutely peachy-keen the whole time. We just have to keep moving forward, dealing the best we can with whatever happens.
Meanwhile, I am totally stressed about my apartment. I'm heading back out to San Francisco this Friday and right now I'm trying to get all the crap in my apartment stacked into the center of each room so the landlord can paint the place while I'm gone. The place was already as tight as the inside of a Mercury Space Capsule, so this is NOT easy.
But... I will get there. What the hell... the place hasn't been painted in almost NINETEEN YEARS! I want it painted. I want something nice and bright to come home to.
I will get this consolidation done. One way or the other. I am like all resolved about it and stuff.

i'm serious, michael, if you need help packing crap into centers of rooms, tell me and i'll get in my car now (i've actually done this before, when we had our house de-leaded). i'm not working, and can be available at any notice. sheesh....just reaching for something/anything i could do that might help. love you, & by association, i love your sis, too.
Posted by: vicky | Tuesday, September 08, 2009 at 08:53 PM
That is so typically sweet of you, vicky, and I really appreciate it. But I think I'm going to make it. These things progress in like "Oh, my Christ, how am I ever going to do this" steps and then all of a sudden you hit a "Oh, I can see the end of this, I think" point. I think by the time you got here, I'd be pretty much done.
Heather and Eloise and I had a great time out in SF when I was there a couple of weeks ago. Too bad you can't come out for a couple days and party with us...???
Posted by: mike | Tuesday, September 08, 2009 at 09:07 PM