This morning I awoke to find a question from my friend Paul Moor in my email. I was pleased to be able to answer it with what seemed to me remarkably little effort because of knowing how to search for such an answer. I realize many of you may be more adept at this than I, however for those few who might not be, I thought it might prove instructive to lay out the steps (6 of them) I took in finding and providing the answer.
I've just received a phone call from my son, Jeff, who went with Carole this morning to the visits with the doctors. They have just gotten out of the surgeon's consultation and the results of all this week's test are negative. They found no other sites that were cancerous.
Do you remember how apprehensive you used to be as a child when you knew you were getting your report card? What? You weren't apprehensive? Well, lucky you! But if you were like most of us, you would approach that day with some degree of anxiety about finding out the results of the tests you had taken and be on edge to learn if you had passed.
This headline just about sums it up when it comes to the outrageous success of George Lucas' latest extravaganza, «Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith.»
After reading this post at Mark Cuban's blog about blog spam, I have decided to re-enable your ability to comment on posts here. I'll just be more aggressive at deleting those comments I find offensive and see if that doesn't handle the situation that prompted me to remove them several weeks ago.
I had a chance to speak with Carole tonight about her visit with the Oncologist, who, as it turns out, went to school with our sons in Stone Mountain many years ago. By the way, Carole said she liked him a lot.
On Tuesday, Carole met with her surgeon who removed the drainage tube from under her left arm. She also got a referral to an Oncologist with whom she will meet on Thursday. From there we'll begin to get an idea of the next phase of her treatment, so we are on pins and needles awaiting the word as to what is next. In all likelihood, it will include chemotherapy. Whether radiation therapy is needed too is not yet known. She is committed to an aggressive course of treatment and is bravely facing the next phase. Once I know what is happening, I'll post the information here.
For those of you who follow my passion for my email client, The Bat!, you'll find it of some interest to know that a new version (Version 3.5) has been released recently. It incorporates something we users have requested for a long time ... the ability to customize the interface. The Bat! is a power-user's email program with extensive filtering, macro and template capabilities, but anyone can use it, if they are interested in having an email program that is secure and powerful. I'd encourage you to consider downloading it and giving it a 30-day test drive to decide whether you'd like to register it and begin to explore its extensive capabilities. The best way to learn to use it is to sign up for TBUDL, The Bat! User Discussion List. Since I acquired The Bat! back in 2001, I have been subscribed to that discussion list and reading the discussions there, and I continue to learn new things almost every day as I read the messages others post there.
I have just spoken to Carole by phone. She is feeling «fine» for the moment. Last night about 9 PM the doctor called and told her that the cancer is involved in the lymph nodes (about 15 of them) that he removed during the surgery on the 11th. She goes on Tuesday at 10 AM to meet with the doctor and discuss referral to an Oncologist and to find out what course of treatment is recommended. We are both assuming that because the cancer has extended to the lymph notes, she'll be taking both radiation treatment and chemotherapy, but of course, we'll have to await the word from the doctor about what specific treatment is recommended.
This picture of Carole and me in the bow of a fishing boat taken while we were on vacation in Florida is one of my favorites of the two of us together. I don't recall exactly what year it was taken, but I believe this is the deep sea fishing trip when Jeff, who was probably only 6 or 7 years old, said he was afraid of the bait used on the fishing lines. The bait, as it turns out, was just small cubes of mackerel. I guess he just didn't like the feel of the fish flesh. What appeals to me about the photo is how comfortable we both look with dishevelled hair and grubby clothing. It is in such sharp contrast to my normally obsessive concern about my hair back then that I am delighted that we were captured in that moment. You can see a full sized image by clicking here.
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