goo goo goo joob…….

I’ll come back to this.

I hope that everyone reading this had a great weekend.  I have a few updates to share.  First, I had my bi-weekly blood work on Wednesday.  My numbers were perfect – all within the range that they are supposed to be.  My chemotherapy treatments are going very well, so far.  I have my third of four treatments of Adriamycin and Cytoxan this coming Wednesday.  Sal and I were lucky enough to sneak out to our favorite restaurant, Pazzo, on Friday night thanks to my Mom’s availability to babysit.  It was nice to get out, just the two of us.  Thanks to my Aunt Tina, my house will be in the best shape that’s it been since we moved in 7 years ago!  On the days that I’m feeling well, my aunt has been coming over to help me get organized.  Sal and I will be traveling to NYC on October 1 and 2 to visit Sloan Kettering for our third and final opinion.  So far, we’re right on track.  All of this will be over and done with before we know it.  Victory!

So, let’s get back to the title of this.  I was getting dressed on Thursday and threw on a very comfortable, over sized, long sleeved, terrycloth shirt.  When I looked at myself in the mirror sans wig, I literally laughed out loud because I looked like a Hare Krishna.  My mind flashed back to October 30, 1996.  Yes, the actual date of October 30, 1996.  It was my freshman year of college and I was living in Philadelphia.  For some reason, I thought that it would be a good idea to travel to South Street on the night before Halloween.  I can’t remember who I talked in to going with me but I know that there was a group of us (if anyone remembers going with me, please let me know how you recall the experience).  If you know anything about Philly, you’d know that South Street is a bit wacky on a normal day.  Let’s just say that the place was crawling with insanity on the eve of Halloween!  There were probably about ten Hare Krishna’s beating their drum marching down the street, people were already dressed for Halloween – or maybe that’s the way that they’d dress normally.  I’m not really sure.  Regardless, as I was thinking about this time, the following song lyrics popped into my head:

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower

Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna

Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen

I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob

Random, yes!

I wanted to end by thanking all of you so much for your kindness.  Since this journey began a little over a month ago, not a day has gone by without me receiving a card or a package in the mail, an e-mail, a phone call, or a text message with someone checking in to wish me well or to see how I’m feeling.  I can’t tell you how much this means to me.  You’re all too good.  I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart.  I am truly blessed.  Have a good start to the week!

LIVESTRONG and God Bless!