Saturday, April 27, 2013

"You Are A Fine Fellow!"



Between sleep and the wretched affects of chemo, Jack musters the energy to obey the Physical Therapists requests to exercise by riding a pedal powered go cart around the unit. 

Like a young, black Mr. Rogers, he animatedly smiles and waves at his neighbors that are too sick to leave their rooms, bringing faint but appreciative responses. 


"Pete", his "pet IV pump" ever trailing at his heals, Jack pauses at the end of the hall and declares to a doctor working away at a computer, "You are a fine fellow!"



YOU are a 'Fine Fellow', Jack!



Day Zero, Minus 3.....aka-transplant in 3 days....







1 comment:

Heather said...

Hi Cathy! I'm Heather and I just have a question about your blog! My email is Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail(dot)com :-)