Historic Day

Today we select a new President, handing that person an enormous job, an enormous mess. I admit that I thought our country thrived under Clinton, when everyone had jobs and spending money, and the redistribution of wealth he created drove us to a surplus. There was a small blurb buried on page 5 in the paper the other day that the major economies of the world had constricted wealth in a smaller population, and showed we were now just ahead of Mexico and Turkey in terms of wealth distribution. 38% of US wealth held by 1% of the people. It always seemed to me that a volunteer military does better if there is a bigger pool of uneducated people with little opportunity and no money.

What is really bothering me is that Erica, a fellow journeyer through the ALL nightmare, has relapsed after her BMT failed. She has been through all the hells I have and a few more, and no she is out of options. It seems very unfair that a young, healthy woman with a great attitude and fighting spirit and massive support group should be treated this way. Someone tell me, what sort of God is this? Why her? And then I remember a post I wrote way back in March '05 where I asked that question. Why me? And the only answer is, why not me. There is a huge luck factor in getting through this.

My luck continues. My WBCs yesterday were at 5.5, normal range is 4-11. I am still low on reds and platelets, but all are rising. My kidney is under assault by Prograf (FK506), so we lowered that dose and I am drinking 3 liters/day. The mouth is still cut up a little bit so I watch what I eat.

Dana is back, over her cold, and taking good care of me. She made us walk to City Hall yesterday to vote, and it was raining, waaaaahhh. She is making pancakes and bacon right now, yummy, I will have to be careful with the bacon. I need to commit an hour a day to exercise. Right now I look like an elementary school kid drew a picture of me, a big circle and some lines. I would like to surf and golf again, even badly. Red blood cells would help and we're almost there.

My thoughts and prayers are with Erica this week, and with the poor guy that wins the election.