This is Pauline, Boone's wife. Every year on or near his birthday, he has his annual physical. His doctor told him that he had "Immature blood cells" and referred him to a hemotologist. To Boone's great surprise when he arrived for the appointment, the hemotologist was an oncologist. They drew blood and the Oncologist, Dr. K, wanted to know why I was not with him. Next visit he said, I better be there. A month later, we went to the appointment. Blood was drawn. Dr. K. said it could be a couple of things, and ordered a bone marrow biopsy. On the 3rd month, we heard the diagnosis of CMML.

Friday, February 22, 2013


February 22, 2013

SO FAR, SO GOOD


I slept well last night, thus making up for the first night here.  I’m feeling fine.  I’ve started my second day of chemo but no side effects so far.  Doc says that they typically take a couple of days or so to kick in.  I can wait, no problem there.  Maybe they will decide to hold off altogether. Sure, that could happen.  Cancer is all about the odds so as with quantum physics almost anything is possible. 

I checked the “all time” stats on the blog this morning and found it interesting.  I knew there were friends in the states reading it and some in Costa Rica but I had four hits from Germany.  Most interesting was that I have one each from the Ukraine, South Korea, Latvia, Mexico, Russia and Sweden, prooving that both cancer and the interwebz are universal. I guess that should be international but if the visitors from other planets/dimensions stay here long enough they may get it as well.  So to any and all of you reading from other places please leave me a comment.  If you don’t want it to be public then just email me at dgregory@gouldturnergroup.com.  I’d love to hear your story and you can know that you are not alone.

Not much else to tell today.  I got DOOM3 the BFG edition running on my laptop so I can kill monsters there while we work on killing the one inside me.  I’d tell you what I really call it but an old friend named Stella is following my story and I never ever want to offend her. 

Stella is now over 90 and we’ve never met face to face but she followed our story when Pauline’s dad was sick.  She is one of the most beautiful souls you could ever learn to know.  For proof of that I offer these words that Stella wrote in a letter to Pauline when we were going through the illness of Pauline’s father.

A family spending years together creates such a wonderful mural of life. At the time it is being painted, it appears to be bits and pieces of color. A picnic here, hard work there, surely it will go on forever. No, it constantly changes, and sooner or later it is finished. Looking over the lovely work, all the episodes blended together, the rosy pinks are prominent with the darker colors in the background. The dark colors fade and disappear, leaving the happy memories. Right now you are painting with dark blues and grays. They are important to the finished work. Be proud of your work. Mommy would be proud. She would say, "Well done, my child".

I had thought that perhaps, before I went into the hospital,  Pauline and I might go to New Orleans with a couple of friends and take a culinary tour.  Mrs. A knows the really good places there and then Pauline and I could drive a few parishes and visit Stella.  Didn’t manage to pull that off so Stella give me a year or so and I’ll make it happen.

So things are kinda slow right now here at the Big C Ranch and Supper Club.  But ya’ll keep checking in and sooner or later the floor show will begin.  In the meantime my directions to the team here are the same as those that Roger Dorne gave Rick Vaughn in Major League just before the big out.  Check it out.  I’d lone you my copy but it’s VHS.  Stella don’t you dare look and please don’t anybody tell Stella what BFG stands for.


Boone

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Glad everything is so far so good. You will continue to be in our thoughts and prayers, as always. Looking forward to our next visit. Take care man.

Stella said...

But, of course, I know what BFG stands for. It is Boy-friend, Gutsy. That's you as you wait for the next shoe to fall. I sometimes wonder what you were like in Jr Hi school. I expect all of you teachers remember you as a goodnatured tease... Attracting attention enough to get noticed but stopping just short of causng a ruckus. The kind that makes a teacher smile but keeeps her/him on their toes. You know, you just may be the one with no side affects. That is my wish for you, my boy friend, Gutsy. Stella

Anonymous said...

Here is what I told you on the post that did not go, (I'm a robot according to the blog.)
Our school has given us pedometers and told us to walk and count the steps. SO I figure, I will let you know how many steps I have taken each day. My goal is 5280, a mile a day. I started Wednesday and I have reached my goal every day thus far. Starting tomorrow, I will post the number of steps AND then, I will be walking the laps with you.
Hang in there... the drugs they gave me for nausea worked great...put me to sleep which was fine with me. Yep, you saw it on that Thursday.
Love ya much,
the Donor, my new handle

Joe and Jan Johnson said...

Thinking and praying for you David. I have really enjoyed your blog. What an honest look at your feelings as you face his giant!

Jan (McDearman) Johnson

Jeri Tanner said...

Stella sounds like a good person to know!