I wonder how many lives would be saved were it not for the bureaucracy of health insurance companies and hospital administrators. As a former strategy consultant, inefficiencies and stupid processes drive me nuts. As a concerned daughter with an ailing dad, the delays and incompetency are maddening.
My dad is finally going into the hospital tomorrow to start his autologous stem cell infusion process. The hospital is going to give him high doses of poison, hoping they kill the bad cells and spare a few of the good ones in the process. They'll give him drugs to make his blood nice and rich with his own stem cells, then they'll collect the cells by filtering his blood. After they've sufficiently poisoned him, the plan is to get his stem cells back into him so that his body can begin regenerating (hopefully) healthy bone marrow. Well, that's my basic understanding of the process, at least.
The doctors outlined the process over a month ago, and the timeline was supposed to start weeks ago. Yet, my mom has been the project manager on this one, calling the hospital and leaving messages, calling the insurance company to identify if and where there's a hold up. I suppose I shouldn't been too harsh on these people. Afterall, they are going to be administering poisons to my dad. notice I've not once mentioned names or facilities.
In any case, the whole point of this post was to let people know that my dad is still fighting the battle while my mom continues to be his biggest supporter, coach, and nurse.
The Mayo Clinic sent me a wonderful birthday wish - an email reminding me that at my age, lots of things in my body are starting to fail, so I had best get to the doctor for a series of screenings so they can start to patch me up. How kind, and what a wonderful way to celebrate!
Instead, we're going to go look at some real estate later today. I was recently reflecting that we spent last Valentine's Day quickly eating dinner over the kitchen sink before meeting with a realtor. Time passes, but certain things just never change.
I had been in New York earlier this week, flying out on my holiday, Monday, so that I could work a full day in the office on Tuesday. Given that schedule, I decided to come back early on Thursday so that Jeremy and I could watch the Spirit of the Marathon movie. I am now a huge movie person. I think I've seen fewer than 20 movies in a theater my whole life (of 36 years come Monday). I watch most of my movies on airplanes. Sad but true.
I loved Spirit of the Marathon. Even though Jeremy and I are both sick, we wanted to go running after the movie. We didn't, but we wanted to. The most significant take away for me is purely self-serving. I am impressed with myself that I can finish a 26.2 mile run with minimal training. I say that now. Who knows what will happen come March. My groin is still injured from crouching through the Cu Chi Tunnels in Vietnam and squatting on the sidewalks to eat. And my IT bands are not happy.
This is a picture of me entering the tunnels. As soon as I emerged, I knew this had been a big mistake. My groin is still suffering.
I really lack flexibility. If there were a million bazillion dollar bill (my 6-year old nephew's descriptor for so much money that you could afford to live in a house built with LEGO) on the floor, and I could only have it if I could reach it by stretching down without bending my knees, I would remain poor and left to eat on the Streets. Actually, I enjoyed the food quite a bit; I just didn't care for the tiny stools we had to sit on.
I may have also injured myself in Japan. Perhaps I shouldn't have demonstrated my delight in vaccuuming.
Do notice that I was wearing the Sony jacket. Jeremy recently showed his office the pictures from our honeymoon, propting his coworkers to ask whether I work for Sony.
And finally, I perhaps exacerbated some of my pain while partaking in Japan's latest exercise craze. We visited an area that showcased the newest electronics, including the Wii Fit (we can't wait to get one in the US). I road on a number of bucking broncos, which is supposed to strengthen your core and your legs. This would be a lot more funny if you could view the photos like a flip book, but you get the point.
Provided injuries and illness don't overcome me at the end of February, I'm going to attempt to keep the Spirit of the Marathon alive in Napa - woo hoo!
You're probably envisioning me sitting on the couch watching TV while snacking. While that may be the case much of the time, I'm referring to not having any discipline when it comes to my marathon preparation. Two weekends ago I finished a 10 miles run. Last weekend, I ran 12 miles, and it felt pretty good but Jeremy got frustrated with me because I ran a bit too fast. I just can't help it. I'm not used to runningn with music. Instead, I listen to my breathing and just thinking about pushing myself forward, step by step. Pretty soon, an hour has passed and I've run seven miles when I'm supposed to be taking it easy at a 9:30 or 10 minute pace. Fingers crossed I won't injure myself. And no matter how hard I run, no matter how long I train, no matter what sort of coaching I might receive, one thing is for **** sure - I'd be lucky if I even get close enough to see Tilson disappear into the distance come race day.
I'm spending the next months in San Francisco, NYC, Washington DC, Hawaii, Tahoe, Japan, and Vietnam, and I?ll remember exactly where each incident occurred, thanks to the Sony GPS system. Read about my adventures and get a peek of my experiences.