If you’ve been following my blog (of course you have), you’re probably not overly surprised at that statement.
I was trying to hold off until I had all of the data and knew where I was headed next but I couldn’t wait any longer. I was starting to get queries as to my status so I figured I may as well give you the latest update, albeit, incomplete. Love that word, albeit. I keep wanting to pronounce it “all-BAIT” which has garnered some guffaws (another fun word) when I did indeed slip my tongue. Hey, I’m all about generating some laughs at my expense. Why not?
Finally had my appointment with my uncle-doc last Friday, the day he promised me results of my biopsy. Then again, if I was a wagering man, I would have put money on not getting the update, especially since it was not really in his control, but the lab’s purview tucked away in some corner of the country. Now I might have a discussion with my bookie if either he or I tried to collect on that wager. That is because I got a partial result.
So, way back in ’74, I applied to UCLA for grad school. I was accepted but opted to postpone my advanced degree, instead choosing to enhance my education by driving a Coca Cola delivery truck, moving to Salt Lake City, and rooming with 3 girls in a 4-bedroom apartment. My wife already knows this, and it was 40 years ago, so hopefully I’m not getting into any hotter water than I am. Never did go back for that degree. If you know me personally, feel free to ask me to explain in person. I’ll not digress any further in this venue. Squirrel!
Back to UCLA, I may end up being a Bruin after all, at least an honorary one, in the near future. Yes, apparently I did test positive for the T790M mutation which would align with the clinical trial up at UCLA. I’m still awaiting word on further tests, such as the C-Met mutation, before any there is any action-Jackson. I may be be blogging again tomorrow for all I know with updated info. You never know with my situation, right?
So, a couple of weeks ago, while waiting for my biopsy results, I thought I would be extra romantic as my wife has been such a champ in holding down the Blower family fort. So I impulsively texted her:
OK, let’s just say I did not think through my choice of words too carefully. I thought I was being really romantic, and she was sure I was making reference to some really bad test results that I didn’t want to tell her about. I’d like to say this was the first time I knuckle-headed an attempt at romanticism, but ask me some day about a Valentine’s Day long ago where I left my wife in a puddle of tears on the floor because I carried a prank way too far. Some people never learn. The fact that she is still married to me sometimes amazes me. OK, always amazes me.
Saw a re-occurrence of my chest discomfort this past weekend which prevented me from sleeping on my bed because it was too difficult to lay flat. Also opted to be cheerleader/scorekeeper at my softball game as I didn’t want to push my luck. “Got” to sleep another few days on my new recliner. I must say, it was a decent night’s sleep. Finally yesterday I was able to return to my bed. And right now I am planning on coming off the DL for our Sunday Father’s Day softball game. But we know how things change, don’t we?
Still coming down off the high of my daughter’s wedding. Can’t wait to get some of the formal pics to post. As many of you know, at least those of you on Facebook, the father-daughter dance was “Happy” from Pharell Williams. Very fun!
OK, another blog should be coming in the near future with an actual game plan. And I have a bridge to sell you…
Business as usual. Day at a time.