Going to Wake Forest This Morning

It's 6:40 am as I write this, and we're getting ready to drive to Winston Salem (only two hours away, as opposed to three, which was Duke).

Bill is sick today. It's good, since he already has a doctor appointment, but it's bad in every other way, because of so many hours of driving and waiting at the doctor. He has a temperature of 100, feels achy, flushed (he is telling me what to say so that I won't mention things like "groin pain"--OOPS!), and has mild but widely distributed abdominal pain.

He finished his round of medicine last night for that dangerous infection that Duke forgot to tell us about. So I don't think it could be from that infection.

He just now poked his head in the room and said, "Are you still writing the blog?"

"Yes."

"Then you can add nausea to the list. The hits just keep on comin'."

Oh....AND....the MMMMMMMother in LLLLLLLLLaw has asked to go along. I cannot begin to imagine why. Maybe she just ran out of things to criticize inside my house and needs some new material. And I say that with all due respect. Though I'm not really sure how much is due.

And THAT is another whole blog post. That I probably shouldn't write. But she leaves Saturday morning at 8. Which is exactly 49 hours and 3.5 minutes from now.

Not that we're counting.

Okay. I plan to post as soon as I can when we get home. I wish I could right now get excited and feel like we might get some tests while we're there--like the MRI that Duke refused us--since TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE in these situations. But we will probably just get an introductory look-over.

Still. Since this doctor works in coordination with the oncologists in Boone, maybe he can kind of "conduct" the treatment, but it will actually happen in Boone, even the tests and any treatments we might be able to get. This doctor also runs clinical studies, so maybe they will let Bill try some experimental stuff (though we've been told not to get into those clinical tests. You can get messed up if you're the one getting the experimental radioactive peccary-gizzard-extract injections.)

Thanks for caring about our boy.

Love till later,
Billy and Lilly