DAILY NANCY UPDATE #77

Greetings. 

This is the seventy-seventh in a series of DAILY NANCY UPDATES I will be posting until the amazing Nancy Neufeld Callaway is in full remission and we have kicked her leukemia on its ass. 

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BREAKING NEWS

DAY TWO...

Today, Nancy bravely endured THREE MORE separate high dose radiation treatments at City of Hope... PLUS walked the ward and worked out on an exercise bike. The folks in Radiology are kinda blown away. Of course, they're just getting to know the Sunshiny Superwarrior Goddess.

Then we moved her into her new "permanent" room on the fabled sixth floor of the fancy Helford Building, where transplant patients are treated. And when I say "we," I mean me and our freshly returned (but no longer freshman) daughter CLEMENTINE!

That's right, our favorite girl is finally home from college for the summer-- and her beautifully happy face has immediately brightened our days. Also-- as you can see from the photo above... she's a really good decorator! Guess all that dorm room design experience is really paying off!

On a side note, unless you're welcoming a baby into the world, spending long hours in a hospital completely sucks-- especially if you're a patient-- but even if you're only a visitor. And even though I'm still using as much free time at COH as I can to write the "next big thing," I thought you'd at least be amused by the story of how the general monotony paired with writing too many crime dramas over the years finally got to me over the past 24 hours.

Yesterday morning, while looking out the window of Nancy's first room-- I could see down into some kind of small garden plaza, where from my fifth floor vantage, I saw a man sitting on a bench. Then a few hours later, when I glanced out again-- I noticed he was still there. But it wasn't until this morning-- when the guy hadn't moved, that my mind finally began to race.

"Oh my God. Some poor bastard has died on a bench and nobody's found him yet."

So after a little hit and miss crime scene triangulation-- I finally went downstairs and outside to find the plaza and check on the victim myself.

And that's when I met "Bernie." At least that's what the plaque on the bench said!

In other words, just another daily reminder not to always listen to my overactive imagination-- and to try and stay focused on all the most positive possible outcomes, no matter how dark things may occasionally look.

After all, things are actually looking pretty bright so far.

WE LOVE NANCY, and... 

ALL IS WELL!