Bill Boyd
I am sorry I haven't been keeping you informed. (I can't believe how close I came to typing "ya'll:) I'm sorry I will be missing our fiftieth reunion, and it's hard for me to think five years ahead. The small cell lung cancer that I thought was under control found its way to my liver (again), my pancreas, and my brain. I've had ten sessions of whole brain radiation and now I'm doing chemo. My immune system is seriously compromised, and I'm getting Neulasta. It hurts. And every sunburn I've had in my life is coming back, one at a time on my face. I can't afford to take the risk of flying with a lot of people. They will give me something nasty to get over and I won't have any fun. I can't drive. (oooooh look at all the tiny, dead brain cells rolling on the floor.) The Oncologist;s PA seems to think it will get better. Hope she's right. I kind of gave up on everything, two weeks ago, but I'm not ready to quit. If I try and fail, it might break my heart, but at least I will have tried. The improv comedy group I am part of, Social Insecurity, will be performing at the Blumnethal Center in July, and I'm trying to get back to them this weekend.
For those of you who have prayed without ceasing, despite my silence. Thank you very much. Don't quit. For anyone else that might join in, please do.
HAPPIER NEWS: We will be moving to Florida to be near our daughter sometime between now and mid-September.
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