Long time - no blog. We just wanted to give you the official update on the status of Mike's chemo. He is officially 1/2 done!! His hair has thinned some, but he wants to ensure you all that he still has more hair than most of you (See picture proof).
The chemo has also created a new cynicism in Mike that has not manife
st itself before in our 12 years of marriage. He has purchased a substantial quantity of "Cancer Sucks" wristband which he is happy to give to any friends and family sharing the same sentiments. Just let us know and you too can join the cynical bandwagon. We figure that others have provided inspiration and motivation with such sentiments as: "Livestrong" and "Choose Hope." While these are well and good, sometimes you just have to say, "Cancer Sucks."However, we do want to assure you that he his doing quite well. We haven't lost our sense of humor. We have been truly blessed, and want to thank all of you for your prayers, calls, cards, letters, encouragement, humor and other support. We love and appreciate you!
Now to another important matter - that of participating in the "obsequience of articles from the homestead." Just this past Sunday, Mike asked Carol for Dad's old pilot gloves. Apparently these coveted items were purchased in the late 1950's from one of LeRoy's Air Force buddies. Since Mike harbors such fond memories of these gloves helping him during many Thanksgiving Day football games, he felt they would be perfect in helping him ward of the cold neuropathies caused by the chemo. The jury on their effectiveness is still out. The medical tape on the holes in the fingers may explain why.
However, our finest moment in "blockage removal" was related to the priceless old generator that was an integral part of the "Born Free" truck. Apparently Carol and Mike felt we could use this wonder of mechanical engineering when we used our camper trailor. Needless to say, after several oil leaks in the bed of our truck and consultation with mechanical minds superior to ours, it was determined that the cost WAY exceeded the benefit of salvaging the machine. When we were turned away at D.I., I took matters into my inlaw hands and drove it to Vineyard, UT where it was dumped at a salvage yard and I received about 12 dollars for my trouble with the 350 pound (yes that is correct) generator. Sometimes, it takes someone without sentimental attachment to clear the way.
Take Care,
Mike & Becky
posted by Gibson Doxey Chronicles at 10:06 PM
