Kick-the-can anyone?

Let's get a few items of business out of the way. To my knowledge, no Nitrogen Mustard has been located, so we'll just move forward without it. My red & white blood counts are getting very low. I'm not exhausted & still functioning as normal, hopefully, I can avoid a transfusion altogether. I still have my eyebrows & eyelashes, they didn't fall out. If everything (my body) could just hang in there for 2 more weeks, this will all be over with soon.

To alleviate some apparent confusion, yes, I am totally bald.


So the big question, how am I feeling? Let me tell you. I have thoroughly enjoyed the onset of spring and with it, the warm weather. It recharges me, much like the scent of chlorine. I've spent several days working in the yard when the munchkins allow it. Dividing & transplanting, pulling a few weeds but mostly the encroaching grass in the flowerbeds, it's all therapy to me. I watched my parents & grandparents work in their yards, it was inevitable that I'd become just like them.

I did not appreciate yard work (much like dark chocolate) until I was an adult. I hated pulling weeds as a kid. Why would I enjoy it when there was that weird clown with a hat sprinkler to run through, dirt hills to ride our bikes on and kick-the-can to be played? I'm either that old, or we were just that cool. During the age of Atari and before every toy was battery-powered, we played kick-the-can.