A Summary of what's up with the future ex-Jeff
I tried to write this up with lj-cuts, but the whole thing failed. Here's a poorly written summary. My other post has the whole thing.
I'm going to try to write up the whole score here and now. It is both marvelous and terrifying, but ultimately it just
I had the most enchanting and life-altering burning man that I never expected. I am no longer depressed for the first time since...oh, July of 2007. I am utterly and graciously over that awful, shiny hurdle.
I had almost two weeks of that magical self-renaissance before I got a call on September 12th saying that my dad, Jeffrey Lee Cramer, has a mass in his brain.
A doctor in Fresno told him: -It's small. -It's nothing to worry about it. -You'll have a removal surgery with the specialists in Redwood City instead of a biopsy.
So then...it's: -Not small. -Something to worry about. -Not going to be removed at ALL.
Treatments:
Daily chemo treatments
Localized Radiation Avastin (Genentech designer drug with minimal testing that has done amazing stuff wrt shrinking tumors.)
'Lo and behold, he has an arterial flutter.
A week later, October 8th, they open my papa's head. The surgery goes well.
The next day he was to be released but just after we arrived he was told that he needed to stay for observation.
Yadda yadda yadda, they kept him for over two weeks, started him on chemo for a couple of days, and then told him he was good to go.
On November 2nd I got an email from Suzie that said he's not doing well.
The following weekend, Alex came to town and we drove to SLO for the Booze for Boobs party and to see my father. We arrived at 8 in the evening and my brother suggested I come over alone. I came over for several hours and saw firsthand just how far he had declined: a LOT.
The next morning my brother called and told me that everyone was having an important talk and that I should come over right away, so I did. There was a consensus among everyone that the best choice would be to take him off Chemo and not start radiation.
I promised my brother that I'd be back on Wednesday after Alex left, and so I made it happen...with a lot of help.
I took the longest drive of my life down to SLO and now here I am.
God, that took almost 5 days to write. I'll tell you more later. It's ugly, it's horrible, it's dumb, but I'll be OK. It is what it is...just on a more intense level than I expected to comprehend in the next ten years. Love you guys. Hope you know that. You better.
I'm going to try to write up the whole score here and now. It is both marvelous and terrifying, but ultimately it just
I had the most enchanting and life-altering burning man that I never expected. I am no longer depressed for the first time since...oh, July of 2007. I am utterly and graciously over that awful, shiny hurdle.
I had almost two weeks of that magical self-renaissance before I got a call on September 12th saying that my dad, Jeffrey Lee Cramer, has a mass in his brain.
A doctor in Fresno told him: -It's small. -It's nothing to worry about it. -You'll have a removal surgery with the specialists in Redwood City instead of a biopsy.
So then...it's: -Not small. -Something to worry about. -Not going to be removed at ALL.
Treatments:
Daily chemo treatments
Localized Radiation Avastin (Genentech designer drug with minimal testing that has done amazing stuff wrt shrinking tumors.)
'Lo and behold, he has an arterial flutter.
A week later, October 8th, they open my papa's head. The surgery goes well.
The next day he was to be released but just after we arrived he was told that he needed to stay for observation.
Yadda yadda yadda, they kept him for over two weeks, started him on chemo for a couple of days, and then told him he was good to go.
On November 2nd I got an email from Suzie that said he's not doing well.
The following weekend, Alex came to town and we drove to SLO for the Booze for Boobs party and to see my father. We arrived at 8 in the evening and my brother suggested I come over alone. I came over for several hours and saw firsthand just how far he had declined: a LOT.
The next morning my brother called and told me that everyone was having an important talk and that I should come over right away, so I did. There was a consensus among everyone that the best choice would be to take him off Chemo and not start radiation.
I promised my brother that I'd be back on Wednesday after Alex left, and so I made it happen...with a lot of help.
I took the longest drive of my life down to SLO and now here I am.
God, that took almost 5 days to write. I'll tell you more later. It's ugly, it's horrible, it's dumb, but I'll be OK. It is what it is...just on a more intense level than I expected to comprehend in the next ten years. Love you guys. Hope you know that. You better.