I just received a shipment of six and a half cases of Nutren. As if the one case I received yesterday wasn't enough.
I think this really puts my circumstance into perspective. I am dependent for survival upon artificial ingredients, chemicals, machines, syringes, invisible light waves, doctors, nurses, gauze pads and about anything else one can stuff into a medical supply company.
Not that I'm complaining exactly. I don't mind survival. It's a good thing. But to a large degree I am helpless on my own, and I hate that. I like being in control of my life and knowing what comes next. Right now I know what comes, say, tomorrow, next week. But the next stage in my life is way out of my control. It is up to about a dozen, give or take, highly talented individuals who are managing my medical case. Doctors, techs, nurses, assistants, and the like. Good people. Talented. Skilled.
I rely upon them. I appreciate them, but I hate the situation.
Talk about reality being right in your face.
This is about as real as it gets.
Damn.
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Hey Keith. We miss you much. Miller and I have been holding down the fort at night. Some good stories from your team -- especially Rene's story about the cop's slip-and-fall lawsuit.
Who says people don't read newspapers anymore? That story brought a HUGE public reaction.
Well, buddy, just want you to know I think about you often. Looks like the radiation is going -- well? Well, as well as can be expected, yes?
Hang in there.
Sal.
Sal,
I miss you guys too. You and Greg and doing a great job, and I'm jealous such good news is breaking at night and I'm not there to help guide the coverage.
Keep kicking butt...I'll be back in no time.
kk
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