I don’t know what you all did today, but at about six o’clock this evening I got a very important phone call from a very important five-year-old. She, in her very big and grown up five-year-old voice asked me if I would be able to come over and pull out her loose tooth. I, if you don’t already know this, am an excellent tooth puller. Clearly my...

Tomorrow (Thursday) morning, Brad and I are leaving the house in the wee hours of the morning because I have a 7:30am bronchoscopy scheduled. My new pulmonologist is going to put a camera down my windpipe and take pictures to see what my air passages and lungs look like. The idea is that we will get more information to see if there is anything to be done about my...

On Monday I had my second infusion of my new chemotherapy drug. Everyone who sees me keeps asking how I am feeling on the new stuff and how it compares to the old stuff. Meh, it’s hard to tell. In general, it’s still chemo with all the accompanying challenges. I’m getting steroids and the white-blood-cell-boosting drug in addition to the chemo, so...

Today was hard. Hard enough that I cried. I cried a few times, in fact. Crying for me means passion: I really care about the thing that makes me cry. It’s just that sometimes my passion comes out of my eyeballs. (Honestly, this is not the most convenient way to express passion, but it is authentically how I am made and I cannot change my wiring in this regard....

My new drug dripped in today (Tuesday) instead of yesterday because it didn’t get delivered from the pharmacy to my oncology office in time. I’ve been through enough chemo drugs that I’m on to ones that are on the “back of the shelf” figuratively, and — apparently — literally. Nonetheless, the new chemo is in, and doing its...