My Thoughts On “Grace Under Pressure”

At the time that a person hears that one of their friends or family has been diagnosed with cancer, the reaction is generally one of great concern and support for the individual involved. To the person with the diagnosis, it becomes a stirring battle between treatment and follow-ups and the attempt to reach remission. Most cancers involved with blood issues—like lymphoma—are generally incurable, but with appropriate treatment and care can be managed over a long period of time. So it is with myself. My diagnosis is MCL lymphoma.

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AZ To Houston (AKA Sleep Lab)

One Small Step It was the third time that I was invited to experience being wired everywhere possible and then oxygenated and told to go to sleep for at least 5 hours. The drill was the same: Arrive at the lab, sign papers, talk with the Therapist, change into nighties, watch TV for a while to try to get tired, investigate the quarters for the potty, yawn a bit, and then wait for the wire guy to show with his kit of attachments. In all, I believe I counted about 31 plus or minus brass looking electrodes that were to be placed in various body locations. Wire guy was very cool—explained stuff as he went. His routine was very rhythmic: spot a place, rub the place with a sandpaper Q-Tip, put gorilla glue on the spot, and then put the wire end in place with pressure so it would stick. If I recall, there were about 8 on the skull, 4 on the legs, 6 on the chest, 4 on the face, 2 on the eyelids, 2 on the jaw, and about 5 more at undisclosed locations in the midsection. There I was with my knit Buckeye shorts, Elon College…

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