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At last ! I am here , I am here, I am HEEEERE ! ( any Seuss fans recognize that slightly -altered reference? Don’t be afraid to speck out…I mean speak out- how egotistical of me. )
Here’s a copy of a highly secret, personal, private email I just sent to a dear family friend, whom I shall not name, but the band her daughter plays in is “Misner & Smith.” I realize that re-cycling an email to use as a Blong post isn’t very professional, but, hey, even I am gonna cut my self some slack on this one…
The photos looking out of my private room in Sutter General Hospital in Sacrapimento were taken by Linda Duval and Jennifer Terra.
Good morning from luxury suite 5403 – truly a room with a view ( see photos of Sutter’s Fort, skyline of downtown Sacramento, and sunset over the skyline on a rainy evening in July ! )
Oops! Well at 4:15 am in Sutter General Hospital after major surgery , I guess it’s understandable I might send the draft instead of the polished masterpiece I crafted especially for you , Peg. Let’s see, I already sent the photo of my eldest sister Barb tending to my parched lips, but I didn’t even finish my sentence : “Am I a candidate for a Playboy Centerfold or what ?” You get to answer the question – it wasn’t rhetorical-and I’m assuming you’d reply affirmatively, yes ?
What else…the surgery was successful and I pulled through breathing on my own, which was the ….um, the Big Question. Linda and I both agreed that living on a vent was not an acceptable option for me. The other super good news is that I can keep-on living with ALS without the horrendous abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting that had been plaguing me for over four years. I had simply brushed those symptoms aside as unavoidable side effects from ALS and the medications I’ve been taking. I never even told my primary physician about the misery I endured- why would I ?
The not -as -super news is that the neuroendocrine cancer cells spread and are lurking about in the mesentery and other nurturing places to lurk. They don’t respond to chemo or radiation other than a slight nod, tip of the cell hat, and a whispered, “Howdy do, ma’am.” It’s a fine trade-off, and the metastasized cells don’t scare me. I’ll show them how to have a good time, or else ! Or else….they’ll have yo sit in the corner and mope. Or maybe sit under the coroner and …mope. Even if chemo and radiation were an option, I would’ve “poo poo-ed” them. (Speaking of poo poo, that’s something I must do ( doo ) before I can check out of my luxury condo across the “Old Sackamenna.”
Also, I listen to my M & S CD over and over again- please let them know that their music brings me great pleasure. I’ve been spreading the news about their music to friends and even to folks I don’t know very well. After their last concert in Davis, I roamed the streets of downtown Davis with my blinged -out walker and the Amazing Mazie pug/poodle/ terrier / monkey Princess perched upon her four-wheeled throne and we sang the song of local musicians gone good. Gone excellent. Gone so darn awesome that proper grammar is trumped. Chatty Cathy indeed ! ( I might’ve even been telling my surgeon and anesthesiologist about Misner & Smith before my surgery commenced. )
Well, it’s 5:27-ish am now which I’m merely pointing out so you know how much time I spent crafting this email masterpiece especially for you ( and, shhh, my lovely BLONG Peeps ! )
Now that I’m nodding off, I shall tie this in a bow and sail it across the Sacramento River to you. Enjoy the moment.
Cheers & chuckles & buckets of love,