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So, I have been wondering, how many of you come around here day after day or at least on occasion and all you really want to know is how Brian is doing but all you hear about is my mindless drivel? WOW! All those hands. Okay, Okay. Here you go.

Brian received his second round of chemo last Monday. His very good friend since college and best man, John, husband to my good friend, Heather, came into town and took Brian to chemo, played cards with him and took him to lunch after. They enjoyed spending some time together in a place where you can't go anywhere anyway. Brian's white blood cell counts dropped out of the normal range, so we have to watch for sickness since he is immuno-compromised. Unfortunately, about a day after that discovery, I came down with a nice spring cold that has lasted for 6 days. I never get sick for that long. Regardless, Brian and I are currently not kissing. Make your own jokes about that.

Brian tolerates the chemo drugs OKAY. Not great, not terrible. He has a rather icky feeling in his stomach for the first two days after, but eats fine enough. He struggles with chronic fatigue. He is simply run down often. He starts to feel better about 6 days after the drugs are administered. He started to lose his hair this weekend and is considering shaving it off to save me from the mess. I told him it was up to him. The washing machine takes care of the sheets and the vacuum works in the rest of the house. The issue with the shaving of the head is the nice horseshoe shaped scar decorating the left side of his head. He is a bit self-conscious about it, but even more so than that, it is a matter of sparing people from looking at it. People gawk and they just can't help it. I don't blame them for it. I don't think Brian does either. So, once the hair is completely gone, he will have to wear hankies and hats on his head. At work sometimes that causes people to stare just as much, so it is not an easy decision either way.

We have a very busy next 5 weeks ahead of us. I will write more on that later. We could use prayers for Brian to have lots of strength and energy. While Brian never complains or pities himself, sometimes the disadvantages of his right side deficits are very taxing, especially this time of the year. He never says so, but I know he is frustrated he cannot play catch with his boys especially as they start tee-ball this week. He can't run with them or take them on bike rides. Bike rides were always something Daddy and the boys shared. I hope to keep the memory of those alive, but not being able to continue them is disheartening. Brian just chooses not to voice that. That is what makes him so amazing, dignified and heroic. He doesn't spend his time pining about his condition. He just makes the best of what he has right now.

Shouldn't we all?

KEEP BELIEVING