So anyways, like I was saying….I am now over half way to seventy. During the first third of my life I have figured some stuff out that might help each of you. First, an indictment is not a conviction. Second, vodka goes very well with cranberry juice and ice. Third, cancer can be defeated.
With that in mind, I have a bone to pick with a certain Mr. Cole. You see, he keeps on not having any adverse issues. Thus I keep having less and less medical related stress. As a result, I find my self less and less inclined to write.
That being said, I suppose I am happy that he is doing so well (irregardless of the fact that he gives me no writing material). Immunotherapy is done, and we are just finishing up the program with medications at home. He will be done with all of this by mid March, and then the big decisions will be made regarding the next step. My vote is that the next step is to not have cancer any more.
We do have some big news on the education front. Cole has been accepted to, and today was formally admitted to (as a note any medical professional who has not yet recommended that Cole start back up at school yet should please not read this paragraph) the prestigious Allen School. He was heavily recruited and has received a full ride scholarship. I cannot tell you how relieved I am that I do not have to pay for him to go to this school, because that would be kind of ridiculous.
I have some other business that needs to be taken care of. Since Cole has decided to no longer provide me with stress induced writing material (as Jar Jar would say, “how woood”), I think that this blog is going to expand its mission.
As many of you know, Elisa is going to have BBB#3 on or about March 1st (on or about is the grown up word for the epic battle between mother and child regarding the date of birth. All plans have been made for the 3/1 birth, thus the child will try for some other day). I have decided (aided by a couple of glasses of Scotch tape) to chronicle this new addition to the California Baker clan. Don’t worry, I will continue to provide updates on Cole, will write about
as well (poor Logan, middle child always gets screwed), and of course will continue to explore the magic of pancakes. Logan
For now; however, please raise your glasses and toast Cole, basketball coach.