Hard to say, I've heard about staying out too long in the Oklahoma Sun.

It's a wunder full wirld where you can get internet wi fi for 9 bucks a day or 19 bucks a week in your hospital room. Like the TV the hospital makes money off that and parking and renting out space for selling coffee...dang smells good, but my taste buds are radiated and nothing tastes right at all, water tastes like eating chrome.

I get the feeding tube at 10 this a.m. They had 7 people on the list and went around yesterday and prioritized everyone based on need and one person gets to stay until Monday, I get mine 2nd and out on Sunday. And a gal to come to the house and make sure it's all set up right.

Fun and yer games.

The electric guitar and double bass duo were downstairs yesterday and just as I'm being wheeled out I hear the tune, and tell the porter over there to the piano as I croaked out the last of Don't Get Around Much any More in C. Little clap, good tune, fit to a T me in a wheelchair...heading back to the 7th floor.

Something like 10,000 people work at the hospital, no small place.

They say I'll be a new person once I gain some weight back and the oncologist is happy my one time lemon in the neck is but a nub now, and my stay that way, I'm 1/2 way through treatment now and if it's still a hard pea at the end they take it out along with the rest of the lymph nodes on that side of my neck.

Thanks for the encouraging words, the sky is not cloudy today, it's very foggy!

John Conley
Musica est vita