Bill finishes his "resting week" and prepares for the November battles

Is it frustrating to come here and find no new posts? If so, I could put up something short every day. Bill can tell you that I have NO problem generating words.

And we haven't even gotten into the posting of photos.

Wouldn't it be fun to see Bill in that David Bowie wig?

Anyway....oh, and about knowing when a new post is up without checking manually--if you click "Follow" on the right-hand side of this blog, all that will happen will be that you'll get a notice in your email whenever a new blog is posted.

Okay, so, the update:

Bill is completely normal right now, although still being careful to avoid sicknesses. This is his week #4, of round #1 of chemo, during which he rests.

This coming Thursday, he gets the November motherload in his arm: Gemzar on Thursday, and the dreaded Cisplatin on Friday.

By Saturday, the inside of his bladder is going to look like the movie set for Predator v. Alien. Transitional Cell Tumors pleading for their worthless lives, Carcinoma In Situ Patches swearing they'll never do it again if we'll only have mercy.

But no mercy shall be found!

And in a completely non-linear thought line: Another up-side to chemotherapy has been identified:

THE HANDICAP PARKING PASS

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, heck yeah! Bill has a 6-month pass for handicappuccino parking, and we are loving it! He can now park outside the door where he teaches, instead of a half-mile away. It's really helpful when he is queasy and out of breath.

In closing, I will show you a clip from an email he wrote to his pal of 50 years, JG, which email comprises Williamic variations on the theme of handicap parking passes:

"Re: handicap pass. One, they rule. Two, how about a *golf* handicap pass, whereby any player who achieves the age of sixty-five and who is hobbled in any way is automatically considered scratch. A score of 125, say, is considered par. And the Senior Tour has to take you on and you play from the red tees with limitless mulligans from said tees and limitless "do-overs" from the fairways and greens.

"I'm getting excited about this proposal. (Not excited enough to get out of bed, mind you, but excited nonetheless.)

Bill"

Love and Light,
Beth