The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Saturday, March 29, 2008

So far, so good

Talked to the doc this week, and he says, "Nothing new ..." in the MRIs. In other words, no new tumors, meaning that the soi-disant transplant did its thing. I say so-called transplant, since the point is less transplanting things (they were my stem cells, after all, sieved out, frozen, and returned to me) than it is giving one a big whackin' dose of chemo, which kills tumors, along with such other useful things as hair folicles, taste buds, digestive bacteria, and so on. But again, it seems -- at least today, 100+ days afterward -- to have been worth it.

Anyway, back to the salt mines, designing process improvements and, (as Maxwell Smart would say) Loving It!


Here, by the way, is what someone looks like, 100+ days after one of these treatments. The beard and mustache are coming back, not clear whether the hair will.