Humiliating the Mass, and Electing a Mascot (Vote For Pissy)

On the Dwarf-O-Meter of Nausea:

The Winner is #4- "Yukky"

Dennis had a rather “Yukky”(#4) weekend, but we are on week 5 of the procedures, and the side effects are cumulative. He is somewhat weakened by his daily “singe” and the constant fufu infusion. But the Clot is gleeful as we picture the “attack of the killer fufu” on the little intruder.

We like to picture the little *#@^% experiencing “mass hysteria” as it is humiliated to cinders. But today we love the numbers! Yay! Except for the scale…Boo! Those numbers we will dismiss. He is getting svelter and svelter.His efforts at complete body re-contouring have been wildly successful!

Actually, in a feeble attempt at “the glass is ½ full,” we think he is getting taller. When we began this whole process five weeks ago, he was 5’9” (with the afro, 5’11”) Even as we speak, he is 5’9” (5’11 ½” with the comb-over and mousse) His ANC is up to 3.5, his white cell count is up to 5.1, and his hemoglobin is 13.1. Hooray! These numbers are beautiful, and so we are “counting” our blessings.

Dennis is stubborn and single-minded, so we continue to advance toward the Whipple procedure one nausea dwarf at a time. In fact, he has rated a #7 on the “Mutated Dwarf Scale” with such consistency, that “Pissy” has not only become endeared to the entire Clot, he is now the official mascot! We love “Pissy.” We are “Pissy.” However, Monday is Dennis’ last day to be infused with gemcytobene, so we have reached an important milestone.

It snowed this weekend. The heavens opened up and poured out a storm like a benediction. The earth was quenched, laundered, and scenic…magical, luminous. Nothing short of a Currier and Ives still-life. No footprint has disrupted the perfect powdered canvas. And our driveway is cleared.

Maybe it was the fact that it was done quietly, anonymously, that was so profoundly moving. Perhaps it was that in a wilderness of unbroken purity, there was a path carved…that suggested direction.
We have been made manifestly aware of our “leastness,” and this has transformed our lives. We have been fed, warmed, clothed, visited, comforted, ministered to, sung to and blessed. If this is how we serve our Savior, then His feet have been washed, and His wounds have been salved and anointed.
So as our family continues to wage this war, we look out our windows…and the earth is beautiful…and our driveway is cleared.

Love,

The Clot