Dyanmic Duo

Unfortunately this photo is not from the hospital, but today has been a long day and so I haven’t had time to take any good pictures to post.  First of all, it was more of a long day for dad than for Cutler.  Cutler had another uneventful day and even woke without a swollen eye despite his mother staying with him last night.  The doctor is still happy with the way Cutler is reacting to the medicine and in fact his platelets were in the 60’s, the highest they have been, and the target is 75 so Cutler is continuing to prove that he is a tough little fighter.  It’s Cutler’s toughness that helps both Melanie and I draw our own strength.

So other than Cutler’s continuing improvement, not much else is going on.  I did start back at work today and it was a bit more difficult getting moving than I had expected, but once I got back it was actually good to focus on work as a break from reality.  At first it was harder to actually talk to people about what is going on instead of just typing about it in the blog, but after talking to several people it became easier and the “speech” was a lot easier to work through.  Unfortunately, because I was at work, I missed the visit from the doctor who also provided a road map to help us understand further the days expected for treatment, rounds of chemo, and eventually the transplant.  I do have the paperwork, but haven’t had a chance to review but from what Melanie explained to me we are probably looking at Christmas in the hospital.  Perhaps Santa will be gracious enough to visit with a successful transplant.  Once I get a chance to look it over in more detail I will definitely put together a quick post about it.

A funny story about our doctor that just slipped into my head is his accent.  Well to be clear, the Oncology group here has four doctors and they rotate weeks with us while the other three work in the office.  The doctor that we have had for the past week is Dr Ghisoli and I am sure that I completely butchered the spelling, so my apologies if you are reading this.  As it turns out, he just moved into our neighborhood just around the corner from our house and was kind enough to throw out his address.  I have already done several walkbys and am confident we can make it there in under two minutes and probably under one minute in case of emergency.  Anyway, our good doctor is originally from Italy and then I believe he grew up in Venezuela.  He has this wonderful accent that every time he discusses the blood results I picture dracula.  I swear he sounds just like him every time he says blood and it is so hard to keep a straight face.  Probably funnier to me, but if you are ever here visiting and he comes in I will be sure to work the word blood into the conversation.  🙂