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Oct. 30th, 2002 10:13 pmIn an occurrence so rare that I really can't remember the last time it happened, Andy decided to stay home all day today. He played Final Fantasy while I watched, and he folded me a goldfish out of orange-gold foil paper. I'll post a picture in a day or two.
I got my walk done early today. It was odd hearing birds and seeing several other people; usually I walk so late that birds are long gone and only the night owls are out. I also ran to Whole Foods and got rosemary sourdough bread for Andy and wheat-free biscuits for me to go along with dinner. The biscuits are a little odd -- they don't soak up liquid at all. I fed Jewel this morning, but again she wasn't interested in playing. When I went over to give her dinner, her dad was back home, so after a quick chat I'm back home.
I called my grandfather today. He answered the phone and said he was doing well, then went on to floor me by saying he's back on chemo again. It turns out he's seeing two specialists (throat: male and oncologist: female). The guy was the one who took him off of chemo and said it was hopeless; the woman said the guy was on crack and that the drug needed to be changed due to low <mumble> blood cell count, but that she had every reason to believe they could at least subdue the cancer, though it is incurable. Grandpa will be going to a cancer hospital for a third opinion. I hope they agree with his oncologist.
I got my walk done early today. It was odd hearing birds and seeing several other people; usually I walk so late that birds are long gone and only the night owls are out. I also ran to Whole Foods and got rosemary sourdough bread for Andy and wheat-free biscuits for me to go along with dinner. The biscuits are a little odd -- they don't soak up liquid at all. I fed Jewel this morning, but again she wasn't interested in playing. When I went over to give her dinner, her dad was back home, so after a quick chat I'm back home.
I called my grandfather today. He answered the phone and said he was doing well, then went on to floor me by saying he's back on chemo again. It turns out he's seeing two specialists (throat: male and oncologist: female). The guy was the one who took him off of chemo and said it was hopeless; the woman said the guy was on crack and that the drug needed to be changed due to low <mumble> blood cell count, but that she had every reason to believe they could at least subdue the cancer, though it is incurable. Grandpa will be going to a cancer hospital for a third opinion. I hope they agree with his oncologist.
