We have made it thought another day and the second session of dialysis, separated by one day of plasmaphersis. It has started as a better day, physically.  I got up and gave my own sponge bath (can’t shower with a central dialysis line in). I then did a little reading and walked about 1/2 mile…

It is hard to imagine that just one week ago today I walked into Island Emergency Room in a life crisis. It has been a blur. I lost all track of time as the lights were always on and procedures being done to try and save my life. I have touched the face of death.…

It is logistically difficult for me to type with so many machine hook-hooks. I am reading your comments and they are dear to me. I just can’t type  response them. We feel you love and support. Mike

So, the underlying problem is that my bone marrow is making bad plasma (one band of many) and today we are sucking off some of the bad plasma that is clogging up the kidneys, and replacing it wit some fresh Canada plasma (Canadian group  is doing the procedure and I’m joking with them about that).…

It will be a slower morning with a lot of treatments this afternoon. Picking up from my posting last night, of course, I’m (like my family) are still grief. I feel like I’m using my tip toes reaching downward trying to find the bottom of  the darkness of grief, but yet I can still feel…

I wish I could say how much we sat around and enjoyed listening to the great singer and having a great time, but I mean something else.  From his American Pie record, Don says, of the day music died, “Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn’t take one more step.”  There sometimes comes a time when…

Denise is here and took the photo.  

I’m back in my room after having a tunnel central line placement for dialysis. It went well. I feel like I’m becoming less human and more cyborg with so many tubes sticking out of my body. But it went well. I still feel my crummy myself. We will have bone marrow sample done here in…

No, this is not another blog where someone describes their journey though cancer and possible death, or at least it is not meant to be. Many people have written beautiful stories about their journey. No, this is simply an information page for friends and family who want to keep up to date with what’s going…

  I have discovered yet another fantastic wordsmith and observer of life and that is Hamlin Garland. I came across his autobiography, A Son of the Middle Border (published 1917), purely by accident about four weeks ago. As I am circling in on the final paragraphs,  I find that I must point out the writer’s genius.…