Republic of Texas

Through car, through plane, through taxi, 8 hours or so of transportation, and I AM IN TEXAS!! That was one of the most arduous journies of my life. I put no food in my stomach, wore a mask on the plane, laid flat in the taxi. I was making it! But the taxi driver was my one weak spot...he had some pretty bad body odor augmented by some cheap taxi cab scent combined with his driving brought the worst out...fortuneately my co-coach Robyn Lewis had a ziperlock baggy for me to put my egg-yolk colored vomit inside. I quickly zipped it up, laid back down like nothing happened, and continued the ride. Now I sit in my hotel room eating some noodles and bread and soup and sprite and feeling pretty good. Got some good friends up from San Antonio (Chris, Tiff, and Curt) and we're chillin in my room. I can't feel any pain in my hip any more, so the chemo has hurt the tumor more than me already.

I heard back that my x-ray of my back "looked good", but I need to schedule an MRI of it still. Next week will be that, and I meet with my doc on May 1 to check my blood counts.