The Plan*

"I gotta fight for my life here, people, so get outta my way." - Craig, after watching the 9News interview (June 27, 2008)

"Fighting cancer is like eating yogurt with a fork ... freakin' frustrating." (Jill, mumbling to herself while in Craig's hospital room, April, 2008)

Craig was indeed admitted to the hospital the other night, and has since been discharged after adding a few more pints of blood to his circulation. Yet, we still walk around with the proverbial question mark above our heads, hoping it will soon switch to a lovely (energy efficient) light bulb tomorrow. We await word as to whether his blood loss continues (hemoglobin levels drop) or if we've reached some semblance of stability with the increased Factor VIII infusions. If stability is our friend, then we hope he can fly to Oklahoma on Wednesday to join us for a beautiful service in celebration of Mom, which is tentatively planned for this Saturday. If he is NOT stable (i.e. levels dropping precipitously), then we'll need emergent scans to get a better idea as to whether a tumor is bleeding, etc. Though he seems more energetic, and was even able to attend a Cherry Blossom festival, something still seems amiss. We are "staying the course" as per Craig's request until we learn more. Diane and Dad are flying to Oklahoma as I type. Jill and I (and, oh yes, the cats) will be driving tomorrow depending on Craig's news, and Emily and Craig will arrive on Wednesday, on a Willliams Energy flight. With any luck, our plan's asterisk will be removed tomorrow--one way or another.

If the rug wants to pull out from under us, then it will take a good tug...

~E