August 8^th, 2012                                                    12 Days Out of Treatment                                                  

Hey Now,

I’d like to say sorry for being so late in getting back to y’all since my FINAL day at Radiation, but truthfully, what a physical and emotional finish line. And, quite frankly, other that the driving down to the facility daily, nothing really changed. No, tearing the numbers off the wall stopped, and that is big, don’t get me wrong. The “numerology” part ceased and by now, you know that was big for me. But, here we are, 12 days since my last cook, and only now do I feel like I am clearing up. The effects of daily radiation REALLY took a toll. You can see where they concentrated, on the right side of my neck and dead on at the middle of my throat.. Of course, everything mirroring the other side of those areas took a cook too.

So, I have been hitting it with creams-a-mundo, day and night, along with some soak stuff in the day time. Word has it that two weeks or so into this part I’ll start to see improvements. So, I am being as patient as I have ever been and letting this take effect. The plumbing has taken a hit with the accompanying morphine, cause pain is a near and dear factor to me. Radiation still cooks from within, so I have to honor (and hate) that. The skin just keeps re-generating from underneath like a lizard. The left side is getting better sooner, clearing up some, but the right side, ouch.

My angels have kicked in. My sister won the on-field pre-game event with the Giants on August 1st/Jerry Garcia Night from the Lafayette Community Music Festival back in May (if it was Springsteen Night she would have sung the anthem with him!!!) bringing her sons/my nephews along with Sam and my great friend , SI B-Ball teammate and un-official uncle Bob Enright down to the field with her. There, they spent 45 minutes schmoozing with Giants and Mets players and being escorted all over by the grandest angel Bill Walton, who made sure they were in every picture, heard every story, hung out with Bob Weir and Mickey Hart from the GD, and were 10 feet away while the fellas sang the anthem. Bill graced Sam with one of two jackets made for the occasion with an SF Embroidered on the front left breast and an orange and black stealie on the back like nothing you’ve ever seen. Sam and Bill go way back, as you can imagine, and the big guy takes VERY good care of him at these special events (NBA All Star Weekends, player meet and greets, Final Four Regional Dinners with a table full of Champs, even private time down at Club Red in Fun Diego) so the comfort level is there. I appreciate my sister, Bob Enright and Bill for stepping up and making a special night even more so, while I stay home and get my ass better.

The angels also came out and supported Dream Posse during a couple of gigs on the Peninsula the past couple of weeks in Menlo Park and Redwood City. Kiki’s band is playing VERY well right now, and seeing so many familiar faces in the crowd made the “commute” even more special. Highlights included my #2 Mom, Donna Weinberg, getting up and shaking her bones on the lawn in Menlo, and being flat out pissed that no one danced in Redwood City. C’mon, Jim Nahmens, get on your Chamber and allow for a little fun down there, huh?!!? Seriously, at least 20 people per show came out, and that helps when Kiki goes to book them next year and she can back it up in numbers, so here’s to you and thanks for supporting US while we go through this as a family! So great of all of you.

My next Doctor appt is Sept 12^th with the radiologist, so I assume we will then schedule a PET Scan to see if we “got it all” so to speak. Kiki and I think of it in no other manner. Our visualization is that there is no more cancer there, the work performed did its job, and after the requisite time needed to let things calm down some, they will check and confirm that. That is how Kiki and I look at it.

 At 2 years, it’s 90+%, and the 5 year mark makes ya clean.

Seeing as I just turned 55, the 60^th b-day party is going to be off the hook. Start saving money, I think we are ALL going somewhere!

I closed that big one in Alamo last week, so I’m good for a couple more months, but I do have a couple of buyers out there that can step up anytime and I’m ready. Almost a seamless year, keep your fingers crossed.

Hold November 10^th at Town Hall Theatre for The Minks, with Pretending opening. The Minks are an all-gal female Kinks cover band and Pretending will cover Pretenders material. They do great b-side stuff, and the gal energy from both bands is tremendous! Come out and support the theatre and check me out at 180 pounds!

More to come soon from the blogspot. I’m not done healing or reporting about it.

With My Love,

TS