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January 18, 2005

Popping Cancer Update: No Sleep Til Cleveland

Your humble host is on the road again.

It's snowing in Cleveland right now (10 p.m. Tuesday) and by midnight it will be snowing here. We're driving up tomorrow morning in rush hour traffic to downtown Cleveland and we expect the weather to get worse the closer we get. Then it's time for a second attempt at the needle biopsy (which, I may have forgotten to mention last time, has a 20 percent chance of collapsing a lung. Yay!). Oh yeah, then there will be a two hour wait in recovery as the snow continues to pile up on the highway. Then we head back home.

Dismal? You bet.

Still, I'm carrying along with me my old, dogeared copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, so maybe there will be some laughter along with the tears.

By the way, if my blood pressure is too high or too low to do the procedure this time, I'm taking a hostage. Watch the news.

Presuming all goes well, I'll be back by late afternoon EST and I'll toss up an entry to that effect. If the lung collapses, I'm there overnight. If I die on the table, I understand they'll let me leave the hospital almost immediately, so I got that going for me.

Which is nice.


P.S. If you have any prayer left in you on tomorrow, toss one up for my friend Rose, who, despite being a far-right wingnut and all-around sweetheart, will be delivering a child via c-section tomorrow sometime. I knew a guy who was born by c-section once. Normal kid, but whenever he left the house he went out a window. Ba-DUM DUM!

Still, pray. Or whatever you do to get the good to go on others.

Posted by Dan at January 18, 2005 09:55 PM

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Make sure you bring a towel with you when you travel. Jim

Posted by: Jim at January 18, 2005 10:21 PM

...and Don't Panic.

Posted by: Ara Rubyan at January 19, 2005 10:49 AM

There is NO WAY I figured you for a Beasties fan!

My favorite line in Hitchhiker's Guide is when the atheists prove that, since no such mind-boggingly useful a thing as fish that translate could exist unless some Creator designed them, and God said he would never prove his own existence, then God must not have been telling the truth and therefore does not exist.

"Oh," said God, disappearing in a poof of logic.

Posted by: Kirk at January 27, 2005 10:59 PM

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