Uptown, Downtown, All Over Town

Killian told me yesterday, when I'd projected he'd be having a crash from the steroid he'd been weaned off any moment, that he was sure the crash would instead be today. Right again he was - the guy knows his body.  He woke up so blue and lethargic, I barely got him out of bed, much less downtown to Beth Israel. He saw Lou Harrison today, who suggested that we really needed to see someone other than him about the hole in Killians' cheek and the tooth that's embedded in his mouth tumor. That tooth has become a big problem. It's also trying to embed itself in his tongue. So, after Killian's treatment we cabbed uptown (thanks to all who donated cab money: it's been a strategic blessing) to Columbia Pres. Dr. G. took a culture from the hole, as well as some blood and examined Killian in preparation for finding an oral surgeon and a surgical consult about that cheek hole. It was a long, inconclusive day. The kind of day that just had to happen and we just have to believe that it will make another day more efficient. 

Not everything about the day was unpleasant or taxing. Killian's steroid-crash blues seemed to vanish like a wind change when he saw "his ladies" (Elena, Christina, Alexa, Diane... at Integrative Therapies). And, though Markus had come to do a museum, or art, or something fun with Killian, I know Killian was pleased that Markus was able to come along for the ride as we were sucked into the vortex of hospital time. Cat waited in the neighborhood of Columbia Pres. - also at the mercy of hospital time - and then she and Markus joined us for a movie back at McDonald House. Pineapple Express. They hated the movie. Good Friends....