HERE ARE SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS AND IMAGES ABOUT ANYTHING THAT I FOUND INTERESTING. HOPEFULLY, THERE WILL BE A FEW THINGS WORTH READING THAT HAVE BEEN ACCIDENTALLY LEFT AMONG THESE MENTAL SCRIBBLES. THERE MIGHT EVEN BE FOUND A FEW LAUGHS AMONG THESE THOUGHTS THAT HAVE BEEN ACCUMULATED DURING A LIFE THAT WAS ALWAYS FASCINATED WITH THE SECRETS OF EXISTENCE. SO GO AHEAD AND LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING MORE IMPORTANT OR WORTHWHILE TO LEAVE BEHIND. ANYONE WHO REALLY KNOWS ME KNOWS I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO LIVE UP TO THE WORDS: "FUCK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE."

Monday, May 18, 2009

Medical Update (don't miss video at end!)

I’m going back to the hospital tomorrow morning. I’m only visiting, but, after three solid months, it’s getting tiresome. It’s become a crappy routine. Arrive, check in, wait for a chair, try to get comfortable, have a needle inserted into your hand and then sit for five or six hours while some sort of drug is dripped into your bloodstream.

Tomorrow, it’s only my monthly dose of gamma globulin – antibodies harvested from thousands of donors meant to replace those that my body can’t produce anymore. In a couple of weeks, I’ll be back for another dose of Rituxan (a man-made genetically altered antibody that tags cancer cells in order to give my own immune system a fighting chance. That’s followed by an anti-nausea medication before I’m hooked up to the main event – a nice little concoction named bedamustine, trade-named Treanda.

It’s a nasty little chemical that comes in a plastic bag covered with another plastic bag thickly coated with a dark material to keep the light off it. Bedamustine has been used on cancer patients for about 60 years. It works by damaging the DNA of CLL cells triggering something called “programmed cell death.” It can work wonders, but unfortunately it not only kills cancer cells, it targets any cell that’s in the process of dividing – like skin cells, hair cells, the cells lining the digestive system and, here it comes, the cells of the immune system and those in the bone marrow that produce blood. My marrow is screwed up enough thank you. This year alone, I’ve needed eight blood transfusions to keep me alive.

Treanda, like all the chemo drugs in it’s class, is made from mustard gas, the favorite chemical warfare weapon of World War I. The chemo drug was invented by an Australian wool chemist who stumbled on it while trying to take the kinks out of wool fiber.

Compared to its cousins, bedamustine is pretty mild when it comes to side effects, or at least that’s what I’m told. My first experience with it was a disaster, but that’s another story (described with some detail in earlier posts here). A few weeks ago, I got a slightly reduced dose during round two a few weeks ago and didn’t feel a thing. The next round is during the first week in June and then I’ll have another dose before July 4th.

The good part is that by all accounts, it’s working and working well.

Many of my swollen lymph nodes have disappeared entirely, including, apparently, the one that was blocking the lymphatic system in my left leg and preventing a infected wound from healing. Two months after beginning treatment, the wound is almost 80 percent healed.

That fact, plus all the other good news – 120 pounds lost, diabetes gone and the apparent successful battle against my blood cancer -- adds up to a healthier Marc than we’ve seen in some time. I should be very happy and confident.

So how come that’s not the case? Since my brush with death six weeks ago, I’ve been tense and anxious at times. I can’t seem to shake it. My psychiatrist says it’s normal considering what I’ve been through. But knowing that it’s normal doesn’t help.

I WANT MY MOJO BACK!

If my theory is correct, and it is, the proper attitude is absolutely necessary to successfully fighting cancer. I had it, but now I know that I’ve lost it. But I’m going to try hard to get it back. I need to laugh damn it! I need to not worry about catching the flu. I need to relax and lose this feeling that’s following me around like a dark cloud.

I appeal to my friends to let me know of any way of inducing smiles that I might have not dreamed up. In the meantime, I you spot someone walking down the street with a stupid fake smile on his face, it might just be me. Sorry.

In the meantime, here’s something I spotted on the web that did make me smile. It’s a promo that Ch. 2 made about Marcia that I’ve never seen before. As a matter of fact, when I showed it to Marcia, she had never seen it either. Enjoy!

To see the video click here.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Tahler, Meet your Grandmother

This just in ... By popular request, here the picture you all asked for -- Tahlia (I like that name a lot) Elkin and a real GIT. The newbe GIT (grandmother in training) is none other than Marc's sister Joan. He's known her all her life (no one else can say that with the same degree of truth) and he's never seen her happier and/or prouder. He thinks she deserves it. And he thinks (and prays) that Tahlia will be able to grow up to be spoiled rotten and still be a someone we will be proud to know.

Marc and Marcia simply want to sat to her: Have a great life kid. Enjoy the ride.

FYI: Joan can be reached her at: jckmoverman@aol.com.


Born Yesterday




Here are the first pictures of Tahlia Elkin, just-born daughter to Matt and Elizabeth Elkin. The young Miss Elkin is blessed with a full head of hair and reportedly weighed in at a healthy 9 lbs, 3 oz. Grandma Joan was quick to point out that Tahlia's weight was taken after her first b.m. (thereby proving she has some Kalech blood in her). Mother, daughter, father and grandparents are all said to be doing fine and Elizabeth is to be released from the hospital in Rhinebeck, NY, on Saturday. For the rest of her life, Tahlia will share her birthday -- albeit 60 years apart -- with proud grandfather Tom Movermen (shown here).


Best wishes to all!


Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Winner

I'm gratified by all those who took the time to guess about the secret friendship expert but there was a clear winner. I don't how how she knew (unless she reads the Wall Street Journal's sports pages) but Dana Brecher (above left) got it right. Well done!

The quote came from Boston Celtic great Bill Russell. I always knew R
ussell (below left) is something of an intellectual Renaissance man, but that doesn't make the well-crafted truth he expressed so elegantly any less impressive. Oh yeah, he is one of the greatest hoop player who ever lived. One of a select group of athletes who forever changed the way his sport is played. Russell was talking about his friendship with his former coach and mentor Red Auerbach (right). Together, they helped the Celtics win 11 NBA championships in 13 years. For more information about the book Russell has just written about his life-long friend click here.

Next, watch this space for an updated and uplifting medical report.

Thanks again for reading.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

On Friendship

I ran across this wonderful quote about the nature of friendship while reading the papers today. I'm sure that the author of this little nugget of truth will surprise you. Any guesses?

"Friendship is the most difficult of all relationships. You can't pick your friends. They just happen after you meet people. In most situations we tend to put our best foot forward, so that people we meet will like us. But in true friendship, you don't do anything to make your friends like you. And they don't do anything to make you like them, at least initially."

If there are no correct guesses, I'll reveal the author in the next post.

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