Mr. B. Being Flown to Stanford in SF for Procedure

Stanford said yes to doing the procedure on our Michael's lung lesion - and he will be heliocoptered there as soon as they have a bed available - could be Monday morning or even a few days later. But he is knocked out and safe in la-la land, stable - and even with improved blood gases (oxygen to the lung).

His sister Susie and dad Bill are driving up here in Paso Robles early a.m., so Bill can see Michael before he's airlifted. Then Susie and I will drive up to Stanford in my car together, for which I'm grateful, as I'm a little unsteady at this point. They may keep Michael up there or do the procedure and send him right back to Twin Cities Hospital, so we have to be prepared to stay an indefinite amount of time. (Also, grateful to my brother Russ who has taken root in the house, saving me from fetching mail, feeding cat, while taking care of me when I'm home.)

Special thanks also to our friends, Leslie and Rory, who spent time with Michael when he was awake and delirious (he told them fantastic stories) and brought me warm El Pollo Loco. I sucked the meat off that drumstick like a hungry pirahana, I was so hungry for protein! I AM trying to take care of myself - I'm just losing the battle a bit.

And lovely Leslie came over Sunday night with her massage table and gave me a much needed massage. And then Shelene, who stroked my hair and helped me pack, made me promise I'd go to sleep afterwards - which I did for a little. As you can see, I'm up again, restless, paying bills, printing mapquest and writing here. Now I'll try to sleep again.

On a lighter note, I must tell this hilarious story about Michael. Thursday, when the tube had come out and Michael had rested, Dr. Ramnath (from India originally) came in and said, "Do you know where you are?"

Michael, bless his heart, looked at him for a moment and then said, with complete sincerity, "A third-world country?"

Oh, my God! I almost fell down! The doctor didn't even crack a smile, as he, frankly, has no discernible sense of humor. But I proceeded to tell the story to the nurses all day, and they laughed heartily.

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