There is a vulnerability that one chooses to accept when participating in communications efforts such as this blog.
A short while ago I removed three postings from my blog because for a moment it felt as though I was opening the kimono too broadly. Upon reflection and reading some of my co-bloggers entries I realized that if we're going to help each other we really do need to be transparent and honest.
Now, I'm not going to reveal all of the most intimate details of this trek - I have some notion of discretion - but moving forward I will embrace the same courage as those who have inspired me to participate. Foremost among these is my beautiful wife who admittedly agonizes over my commentary but ultimately forgives my transgressions. She has finally the patience of Job and that is a quality much required in partners of those of us with clinical depression;)
Also just a quick mention of two people we've met at Credit Valley - Sandra and Carole - both nurses of the year at CVH and well deserved from our experience. It appears more clear as this trek continues that the most genuine empathizers in the medical oncology world are the nurses (no offence bothsides). Bless both of you. And, while you have been wonderful we will admit that as of April 23 - the final chemo treatment - we won't miss seeing you every two weeks regardless of how wonderful you've been. When that bell rings we're are blowing the joint and with the collective karmic forces that have assisted us so far we will never return.
O.K. I might drop off a flower or two from time to time but that's it!