It's a three-day weekend, and our last opportunity to leave town before I am immunocompromised, so our doctor has given us permission to spend a few days back home. Today I finished the last of the five radiation doses, then we hit the road.
This week we hung out with two very special women: Marcia, who is #4 in the trial, and Angela from from my "IV League" support group back home. MD Anderson is clearly a place where the "elite" meet (i.e., we're in the hard-to-enter club nobody wants to join). What would I do with out all my soul sisters in this adventure?
Tuesday's a big day for the USA, and Wednesday is a big day for little old me (the samarium megadose). Back in the 70s we used to hear on the radio Gill Scott Heron's black power poem that sums up my feelings quite well:
The revolution will not be televised, not be televised, not be televised....
The revolution will be LIVE.
Stay tuned for the blastoff!