All In

So, that's where we are. Short stacked and going all in. As it stands now, 2-3 months. We have one last salvo to fire. Three chemos at once for five hours. We'll try this on Tuesday. If he can tolerate it, and if it works, we have a little more time.

What we know

Last week Mike had some scans done to see where we are at as far as eligibility for drug trials and just because it was time to figure out where things stand.

His doctor's office called us Friday and told me to get him to the hospital. They were concerned about something that looked like a clot. The good news: it wasn't a clot. The bad news: he has pneumonia. Turns out his cold is not just a cold.

Also, the scans revealed massive spreading and multiple lesions with more lymph involvement. This pretty much makes him ineligible for any drug trials.

We are currently waiting for a call from his doctor to discuss what time is left to us. Philip and I have moved the bed downstairs to the living room so that Mike no longer has to go up the stairs to get to bed.

And, I am no longer out of rum.

New Baby

I was not going to get another dog. This was not my idea. I just want to make that clear because when you see what we've adopted, if you know me at all, you will think this was all my idea or some clever plan to make it look like it wasn't. But really, it wasn't.

Meet Mr. Reagan...

Rest in Peace, Dad

Mike's dad, Richard, passed away yesterday afternoon. Dad had just turned 80 last July 4th.

Viewing is on Tuesday and the funeral is on Wednesday. Other than that I have no information. Anyone wanting to attend should get in touch with Kelly. Cindy and Don are already down there and we should be arriving on Tuesday.

Miss you already, Dad.

So much for that

Updates:

Mike's dad is back in the hospital. He had been in the rehab center but is not doing well.

Still have not found a new dog after we had to put Truffle down. Getting closer though.

Mike's PSA as of Friday, March 2, is 70.

And...

I'm out of rum dammit.