I'm in the hawspittal. Got me a fever on Monday. Fever in the evening, fever all thru the night. Bad deal for oncology ..no fever allowed, so right into iso in the emerg icu, hide in corner no passum go.

Then they said need Tuesday chemo sabi, go home. I went home, got Chemo Tuesday, was hard on me, couldn't swallow on Wed, one sip coffe in, on sip coffee out, out my nose!..

Now I've got a private suite with ensuite shower and bath, a picture of row boats, a view of the other tower (If it wasn't there I could see the house I was 'born' in.) and right behind the nurses desk for a running commentary.

I'm waiting for a time for a feeding tube installation. Once that's done a day to have it seal, a day of instruction on how to use it, and then I use it, then I get a home nurse.

I think I've given 10 pints of blood for 80 procedures, had 6 heart monitor strips, 15 bags of Sodium/Potassium Chloride, anti nausea stuff, morphine whatever, man this is one tough deal. The doc says to me yesterday that I am younger than most therefore it's hitting me harder. Makes no sense to me but whatever.

So here I am, draining the Ontario Health System of cash, good thing the cost to me is zip, I'd be down to my last cow if I lived in Oaaaaaaaklahhhhhomaaaaaaa. Why does spell check miss the fact that that there is a musical?

I hope Tara shows up Don, why not send her a card? Invitation....!!

John Conley
Musica est vita