In case any of you were wondering, we're still alive and kicking. Not kicking very high, but kicking just the same.
I had the chance to visit my friend at the Lone Peak facility at the Utah State Prison this past Saturday. It's pretty sobering to sit with a good friend in an atmosphere where one of you is free to stand up and walk out the door and the other isn't. We had a nice visit that lasted almost one and one half hours. He is doing as well as can be expected when you consider where he is. He hopes to be out in July 2009 and will then start to rebuild his life. His four kids have been very supportive and visit or write on a regular basis. His wife divorced him, has remarried and has little or no contact with either him OR the kids. Totally WEIRD!
I hope to be able to visit him on occasion and to be there for him when he needs help getting back on his feet. I certainly don't condone what he did, but I am confident that he has accepted responsibility for his actions and is trying to put his life together. He made the comment to me on Saturday, "When I realized I wasn't dead, I knew that things could be all right." He has slipped about as far as you can and has a long way to go to pull himself back up, but he knows that he can do it.
I was scheduled for chemotherapy last Monday. (#4 in a series of 6) My white blood count was too low (2.2, when it should be at least 3.0) so they wouldn't take the chance of giving me any more until my blood count comes up to a safer level. The only good thing about it is that I wasn't sick this weekend, but with the treatment rescheduled for the 18th, I'll expect to be sick on Easter weekend. Fun and games.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Rebecca (March 2) and Spencer (March7). 27 and 32 years old respectively. WOW!!
