Good Luck Marathon Friends

I should be running the 1/2 marathon tomorrow. Instead, I will be the bald girl hanging out at the 5 mile mark holding up this ugly sign. I got bored after coloring a couple of the letters and tried to bribe Brian (for a dollar) to finish coloring it for me. He didn't take the bait--probably because he thought I wouldn't pay up. I wouldn't have.

"I can. I will!"

Can I Skydive with a PICC Line?

So, I want to plummet out of an airplane before I have to do my sentence in Omaha. I forgot I have this IV line in my arm. Do you think it will get in the way of the harness? I ask the strangest questions when I go to the doctor.

The last two days I feel like I have been playing hooky from work. Other than getting winded after climbing up the steps at Seacrest, I'm feeling pretty darn good (for the next few days anyway).

Sunday is the Lincoln Marathon. I'll be holding up an "I can. I will!" sign. I can't wait to see how many people are sporting the "I can. I will!" t-shirts...

I Have Become

a person who sits around waiting for the mail to arrive.

UNMC Debrief

Brian, my mom, and I went up to UNMC today to learn more about the stem cell transplant.

Here is what I learned today:

1.) I will continue to get chemo at St. E's for two more 21-day cycles. I will celebrate Cinco de Mayo en la hospital.

2.) My sister will be tested as a possible match, and we should know the results by next week. If she doesn't match me, they will start looking for an unrelated donor. We are hoping that Jill is a match because we can get started faster and a related match helps to reduce the chances of rejection (do not Google graft vs host disease unless you like nightmares).

3.) If Jill's a match, we can get the stem cell transplant rolling by the end of June (no pressure, Jill's marrow). Prior to the transplant, I would be given two days of chemo and three days of full body radiation.

4.) I will then spend 2-4 weeks in the hospital, and then will be required to stay in the Omaha area (within 30 minutes of the hospital) for the next 100 days. I will need a "caregiver" with me for the 100 days, so we're hoping that this process can happen during part of the summer.

Obviously, Brian and my parents will get to do the brunt of the "caregiving"; however, they are going to be looking for relief. So, I'll be looking for friends and family who are willing to have a "slumber party" or pull a day shift.

My GOAL is to be back to school by second semester.

We're heading back up to UNMC to do some more tests on Monday.

While the plan sucks, quite frankly, it's nice to have one. Now send out some good vibes that my sister and I are matches...

The Happy Easter Video

Bill dropped off the Happy Easter video today while I was incarcerated. Thanks Jules, Jane, and Bill for getting (or attempting) staff and students to wish me a "Happy Easter." Or in some random cases, a "Happy Birthday." I enjoyed watching all of my colleagues exhibit stage fright when being recorded. The outtakes were hilarious. I appreciated seeing the kids (although they really looked less than thrilled to be out of bed, let alone at school).

Ahh, the dinging of the IV...last bag of platelets...I can finally go find my Easter eggs.

The Easter Bunny Brought Me Blood

So, in for a quick round of antibiotics this morning... I should learn never to assume anything is quick. I showed up here with a bloody nose which spurred a blood test...and the verdict is that I have to get both platelets and blood today. I guess I'm missing Easter lunch. They are sending me down to room 500, where I hope to break out by dinnertime. This is just as disappointing as the year I thought the Easter bunny was going to bring me a real rabbit.
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The Most Detailed Banner Ever

The Favorite One

Thursday I spent time at my full time job bouncing around to different doctors after my lumbar puncture chemo treatment. But the weekend got better from there. Flowerday and I traded travel stories and Julie brought over an insanely detailed Happy Easter poster (created by Lynne Hershey and Donna Wilson). Jim brought me some wine to celebrate with when this marathon is over.

I got to spend the past couple of days seeing my childhood running friends. While we were really fast as kids, I don't think we would be a very good 4x800 relay team at this point.

After eating dinner with my parents, my family was all sitting around in the living room, when my mom said something that got her into trouble. She said to me, "I love you more than anyone in the whole world." Both my father and sister were there, and they took offense to this statement. There was actually a "but" to the statement--I was being crabby apparently. We all had a good laugh, and it was confirmed that I am, indeed, everyone's favorite.

Take No Prisoners

My nurse Sally and I were a part of an official photo shoot for St. E's. We did a series of normal nurse-patient photos, and then I went crazy on her. Disclaimer: No nurses were actually hurt in the making of this photograph. Please do not call PETN (People for the Ethical Treatment of Nurses).

I have spent the past two days at home, and today I actually got to go to East for an after school meeting.

Tomorrow: Super fun lumbar puncture chemo treatment.

Prison Break

Finally, I am getting out of here. I am just waiting on the paperwork. Of course, I still get to come back here everyday for the next two weeks for antibiotics, and I have an outpatient lumbar puncture chemo session on Thursday, but it feels like I am escaping...

Afternoon goal: napping with cats.

Bail Denied

I thought I would escape today, but I have to wait for my "meth" (that's Methotrexate) level to drop. The outlook is good that I will leave tomorrow.

I have continued to entertain (or infuriate) the fine folks who have been testing all of my urine samples for this mythical "meth" level. A few of my bad instructions left on the urine sample containers today: "URine denial," "That's what she said," and "Not for human consumption."

While my humor is still intact, reality is crashing in, and I appreciate you all riding this storm out with me in style... I'm anxiously awaiting my April 26th appointment at UNMC, where I'll learn all about this (correct terminology) allogenic stem cell transplant and my subsequent internment in Omaha for an insane amount of time.

Do me a favor: When you wake up tomorrow, don't complain that it's Monday...and enjoy going to work. I do not like being in timeout.

Visitors' Log:
Ann Baxa
Mom and Dad
Brian
Sue Cassata
Kevin and Anne Hubbell
Annie Johnson
Wendy Henrichs

Four-Legged Friends and Urine Samples

Tonight Toonces dropped by to leave his mark on my hospital room. There is enough cat fur here still to make a new 20-pound cat. I'm pretty sure that he would be willing to just stay here with me, despite all of the scary people and the beeping.

Because I cannot do anything in a "normal" fashion, I decided to entertain the people in the lab with my "instructions" on the multiple urine samples I had to give today. Here are a few of the "instructions" that I included on the bottles:

*To pee or not to pee...that is the question.
*Go directly to jail. Do not collect $200.
*This is Dwight Schrute's urine (this one got a clarification phone call--who's urine is it? Is it 502's urine or Dwight's?)-apparently, The Office allusion escaped this lab tech.
*This is cat urine.
*Use for jellyfish stings.
*I bought this from some girl's lemonade stand for 25 cents.
*Sample. Not for retail sale.
*Caution: might explode when exposed to oxygen.

I've been told that I won't be breaking free of this joint until Monday. I have to wait for the chemo "meth" to leave my system. I think the lights are going out in this prison ward. I'm exhausted today.

Thanks to those of you who tried or gave bone marrow donations today. I appreciate it.

Visitors' Log:
Mom and Dad
Brian
Marti Mueting
Connie and Gene Carroll
Marilyn Johnson-Farr
Mike Carroll
Julie Harder
Joe Schlegelmilch
TOONCES

I Am Wearing a Toxic Waste Sticker to Cover My Bald Spot

Sporting the Toxic Waste with my nurse, Becky.

Girls Gone Wild

Okay, that title came from the cancer center doctor that was in here. After being at the hospital for so long, I feel like my body is "show and tell." I was flashing him my infection and someone walked into the room. It was just Melissa, my nurse, but we all laughed at the situation. And then he said, it's like Girls Gone Wild. Hilarious.

Oh, and if someone knows how to cure separation anxiety in cats, let me know. Toonces' new name is Toonces the Puking Cat.

Spoiled in Prison

Why is it that everyone who administers my chemo wears a version of a hazmat suit, and this stuff is going straight into my body? Makes you think...

I'm been getting chemo and antibiotics all day. I also got to get the lumbar puncture chemo, which required me to lay down afterward for two hours. I found it is difficult to eat designer chocoates (thanks, Bess) and hot coffee (thanks, John) from a supine position (thanks, Niki, for the Juice Stop). I hope the coffee stain comes out of my "I can. I will" shirt!

Perhaps because I clearly stated my objective yesterday, that I wanted to learn how to sleep in the hospital, I was able to find success. I will also give some credit to the Ambien.

I feel loved here, as three nurses fought to take care of me today. Sally won the cage match, and Becky took over later. I found myself entertained. I might be the only one who enjoys hanging out at the hospital instead of being at home. What can I say, I like being around people.

Thanks, Brian, Dad, Bess, John, Niki, and Steph for finding my room and braving the nasty weather today...

Chicken, Why Are You Pink?

I can hear the evil cafeteria ladies cackling manically all the way from the basement. Tonight's dinner hit an all-time low. I'm pretty sure that chicken is not supposed to be a shade of pink. It looks very suspicious to me. Luckily, my parents are nice enough to bring me their leftovers from dinner, so I don't starve or live on a steady diet of fruit snacks. This is my punishment after gloating that I haven't eaten a school cafeteria meal since high school.

It pained me to get a student's get well card that had three your/you're errors. I did, however, enjoy getting a CCKMA (Cancer Can Kiss My Ass) mug in the mail today.

Today's Objective: To learn how to sleep at the hospital.

Visitors to the Luxury Suite:
Bill Dimon (thanks for the Juice Stop!)
Mary Pflanz
J.J. Dugdale
Laura Ottley
Colleen Ogden
Ken Flowerday
Amy McCracken
Brian
Parents

I Am Territorial: Back in 502

I have manipulated my way back into room 502. I needed the "luxury suite," so don't freak out when you see room 503 empty. I'm next door. And happy. And less claustrophobic.

Successful Takeover

I commandeered a bigger room. I'm now in the suite next door in 502. Mwwwahhhhahahhahhha.
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Human Cat Toy

I am part human and part cat toy. Prisoner 503.

On Breakfast

Brian just ate my breakfast and said the pancakes tasted like fish skin. He said the disks would be better suited as lane markers for the 4x100 relay.
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Claustrophobic in this Cell

I have a small room today, which is not cool. I hope you guys like sitting on each others' laps. I'm incarcerated in room 503 (St. E's).

There is some sort of Darth Vader like machine out in the hallway, and Brian is doing impressions, "Luke, I am your father." Brian just said, "Darth Vader has left the building. I don't hear him anymore."

Let's get this metaphorical body cavity search started...

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Inspiration for Prison Head Art?

Food Porn

My counts are back up, so I have a short window where I can consume anything I want to, and the restrictions are out. Today I have salivated over a mango smoothie, a deli sandwich, and a Granny Smith apple. I am having a majestic spinach salad with nuts and fruit for dinner. I got the Green light (sorry, bad pun...Dr. Green) on the sushi, so that's on the docket before I get interned again.

I'll be at St. E's at 8am on Thursday (probably through Sunday) for the next round of chemo. See you on the inside...

I also get to be mask free for a while.

It's important to appreciate the little things.

I'm Bald and I Have Monkey Feet

I Have My Own Postage Stamp

I Can. I Will!

Below is the speech I gave when I received the Star City Sports Courage Award this spring. Ann Ringlein just made running Dri-Fit shirts with my mantra. If you want to sport a shirt, talk to Ann at the Lincoln Running Company...they are awesome!

I Can, I Will

I learned the positive affirmation, “I can, I will,” from my Southeast High School cross country coach, Ted Larson. That motivating statement quickly became our team’s rallying cry in the middle of the race, and those four words carried my high school teammates and me through four undefeated seasons. I let that phrase guide me to a successful college running career at Wesleyan and during three marathons where my body wanted me to quit but my mind willed me to finish. However, that simple, yet inspiring, affirmation proved its value most when I was diagnosed with breast cancer two weeks after finishing the 2009 New York City Marathon.
Immediately, after that life-altering phone call, I realized that those “I can, I will” statements would continue to define my life:
• I can, I will…beat “CANcer” because I have an amazing support system of family, friends, colleagues, students, doctors, and total strangers;
• I can, I will…keep a positive self-image, no matter how my body is transformed;
• I can, I will…continue teaching students how to overcome obstacles with grace, humor, and perseverance;
• I can, I will…defy cancer by sporting a hot pink Mohawk and using my head as an art canvas;
• I can, I will…continue running with my track athletes, even if I reenact the scene from Chariots of Fire while on chemo;
• I can, I will…use humor to make the “cancer experience” entertaining, even though in reality uncertainty is terrifying;
• I can, I will…remind others to treasure and enjoy every day, no matter how insignificant or mundane it seems;
• I can, I will…stay focused, remain mentally tough, and exude confidence;
• I can, I will…maintain a positive attitude and help others keep a healthy perspective on what is really important;
• I can, I will…work on being more patient and learn to ask for help;
• I can, I will…share my love and make sure others know that I care about them everyday;
• I can, I will…model how to deal with adversity;
• I can I will…learn to like the color pink and defend that I am really a girl, even though I am bald;
• I can, I will…achieve my goals and help others be successful;
• I can, I will…keep running this marathon and encourage those around me to keep fighting as well;
• And…I can, I will…make it to the finish line.
From my experience, I can attest that the four words, “I can, I will,” are much more powerful then the three words, “You have cancer.”

The Old Man is Gone

This might be shocking to those of you who know me well, I could not let the "old man look" continue. After an attack with scissors, Brian's electric razor, and another razor, the head is now completely bald. I did not cut myself either.

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I Showered with Teen Wolf

There is nothing quite like getting attacked by your own hair in the shower. I'm pretty sure I just coughed up a furball. The worst part is that I still have an old man comb over. I can't shave it this time because I can't afford to cut myself...

Today I'm sporting my Turkish headwear courtesy of Tim Bayne. :)

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Mystery Gifts

I have now received three mystery gifts: a flower delivery, a Valentino's gift certificate, and a Mr. Goodcents gift certificate. If you are responsible for these secretive acts of kindness, thank you.

Today on my drive by East High at 8:15 this morning, I saw some students leaving the "smoking spot"-tomorrow I will yell at them to get to class on time (that will be my new job).

I got my antibiotic treatment this morning and then got attached to the "Orange Julius machine" (this is what the platelets look like). I decided that I could officially eat chicken fingers and French fries, so I ate Raising Canes from my semi-germ free car as it rained outside.

Tonight's dinner was provided by Mike and Jane Janesch...and it passes the neutropenic diet restrictions.

I'm working on a "cheat sheet" meal guide, so that if you feel inclined to bring us food, you'll know what I can eat. As far as I can tell, Brian is not opposed to my diet restrictions-he hates fresh veggies and he's terrified of sushi.

I am not beyond embarrassing myself (as you already know), but the face masks are pretty suffocating. I am a wee bit claustrophobic and wearing this lovely device when out of my home will be my true test of endurance. And, if you come into my house, I get to go mask free and YOU have to suffocate.

Day of Freedom

Thanks to my new super sweet compromised immune system, I am on a neutropenic diet. I think I will lose some weight, because I'm pretty sure that after reading this list, there are not a lot of food choices left. Apparently, everything we eat is full of bacteria that my system now can't handle.

Avoid the following foods while on the neutropenic diet:
* Raw or undercooked meat, fish, or poultry
* Cold meat or poultry
* Yogurt with live and active cultures
* Frozen yogurt or soft ice cream from a machine
* Unpasteurized dairy product
* Milk shakes made in a blender
* Deli meats, cheeses, and prepared salads
Exception: Vacuum-packed lunch meats and hard cheeses are allowed
* Soft cheeses, such as Brie or feta
* Cheese with mold, such as blue or Gorgonzola
* Unpasteurized honey
* Unrefrigerated cream-filled doughnuts or other pastries
* Unpasteurized fruit and vegetable juices, including cider
* Raw nuts or nuts roasted in their shells
* Unwashed herbs
* Fresh fruits and vegetables/sprouts
o Exception: Thick-skinned fruits, such as apples, bananas, melon, grapefruit, or oranges that are washed and peeled are allowed
* Stir-fried vegetables
* Caesar salads with Caesar dressing
* Unpasteurized beer
* Miso
* Cold soups

I've been conserving my energy all day, so I can go to grad class tonight.

The First Thing to Do Once Released From Prison

I took a three-hour nap this afternoon. That was as much sleep as I got in the cell last night. I have two happy, furry friends who won't leave me alone. I'm going to relax all day tomorrow, so I can make it through grad class tomorrow night. I'll be the one wearing a mask. Hopefully, if anyone shows up with a cold, they will think twice about staying, and I won't have to be the one to leave.

I'm watching Andrew Zimmern in Chengdu, China, as he lives what was supposed to be my summer vacation. I am not a very good vicarious traveler.

Today's question to the doctor: So while I'm doing treatment this summer (and if I don't have a bone marrow transplant right away), can I escape somewhere for a four-day weekend? Response: Probably somewhere with an easy flight. Hawaii was too deemed too far away. I guess, with a compromised immune system, I wouldn't enjoy an outdoorsy vacation anyway.

A four day weekend is a far cry from what I was going to do this summer: I was supposed to spend two and a half weeks teaching a reading/writing workshop in Kazakhstan (by the way, I officially got the grant...but I can't go) and to travel for two weeks in China with Brian, but I guess I'll take what I can get.

I'm hoping to make enough money off my cancer policy to go on safari in Africa...

Dig, Dash, Dive

Out of Alcatraz today by 2pm! It has taken a while to dig out of the wall. My zigzagging through off the guards, I am getting ready to swim with the sharks now.

I will have to come into infusion for a once-a-day IV treatment to appease Dr. Infectious Disease, but if I need platelets or blood, it can be a one-stop drive through. And, I will get to drive myself. There is something to be said for independence.

Before I get off this island, I need to steal some masks. If you come visit me at the house (before I'm interned again on April 14th), you'll have to wear one. We have found them to be slightly suffocating and claustrophobic. It's a good time.

Andrea

Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Prison (A Parody)

I have learned the following things from my recent prison stays. Always befriend your wardens, and they will supply you with alternative menus, Eileen's cookies, and blue Gatorade. If you push the "call" button, inevitably your message will be translated into code: for example, a comment like, "My IV is done," might be reinterpreted as, "My foot needs scratched." You can barter for things you need; useful items include Jone's Cupcakes (a cupcake was actually traded for an enema) or candy cigarettes. Writing goofy messages on urine samples (gone wrong after weird drugs) can entertain yourself and others; for example: "Bloody Urine!" (Read this in a British Accent) Prisoner #502 is sure to get your desired results. Plant the seed, and your friendly visitors will bring you all kinds of prison accessories: handcuffs, "Prison Sucks" blankets, giant nail files cooked into baked goods, screwdrivers, hideous Justin Bieber posters to carve under, candy cigarettes, prison themed movies, orange "jumpsuits" and fashion accessories, and fake birds to befriend. I have an endless supply of friends and family who will do anything to make my prison stays downright fun and comfortable. I have learned that I will actually miss being incarcerated in the hospital, because, quite frankly, here I have a captive audience. I have learned that no matter where I go, I will have fun and make the best of the situation. I have learned that I am loved.

I Wasn't Ready to Leave Anyway

Tonight I'm finally getting this round's last dose of chemo. Dr. Infectious Disease told me that I will probably get a pill for my infection instead of a PICC line (like an IV) to give myself my medication for the next two weeks. This "cookie" is enough to get me to stay one more night to verify these findings.

Actually, today was quite fun. I had a list of people to entertain, and I got to perform my comedy routine for my nurse, Becky, and a slew of other doctors and nurses who found their way to my stage today. Bodily humor seems to work best with this audience.

I would like to get more than two hours of sleep tonight. Thanks, J.J., for the fine La Paz dinner.

Official Visitors' List:
Anne and Roger Cognard
Amy McCracken
J.J. Dugdale
Julie Harder
Ann Ringlein
Brian and Mom

Will I Murder the Robin Harbouring Refuge in my IV Pole Tonight?

If I asked the Magic 8-Ball this question, I suspect the answer would be, "My sources say yes." Then the Magic 8-Ball might ponder why I'm resorting to British spelling. My superfine teacher hearing is competing against sleep in the joint. All Brian would bring me is a starter's pistol. He smuggled this contraband item in a bowl of Jell-o (it also had amazing Meow Mix cat food in it).

Theoretically, I will be pardoned from prison on Monday, if I can be given proper instruction on self-administering my IV antibiotics. We'll see what Dr. Infectious Disease says.

The best story from the day was when Brian and I went outside along the duck pond trail. At one point, I was feeling frisky, so I got out of the wheelchair and started plodding along in true Chariots of Fire style. Brian thought this was his cue to get into the wheelchair (and, although it would be a better story, he did not drive himself into the duck pond). As this transition occurred, John Gingery drove by and honked at the funny lady wearing the face mask and the healthy man rolling along in the wheelchair.

Thanks for the phone calls, the texts, the laughter (it is really better than pain medicine), and the insight with my philosophy paper...

Folks on the Prison Log:
Mike and Jane Janesch
Ken Flowerday
Marti Mueting
Mom and Brian
(Even the nurses here get mentioned...Melissa has smuggled me in Snickerdoodles and blue Gatorade. I am forever indebted).

New Prison Style (Courtesy of Shelly)

Here's What Sue, Liz, Roxi, and Jane Read to My Students

Letter to the Class:

I am from the mantra “I can, I will.”

I am from beating cancer TWICE because I have an amazing support system of family, friends, colleagues, students, doctors, nurses, and total strangers.

I am from finding the humorous side of everything, as it is important to go through each day knowing what is really important.

I am from the Prison Ward at St. E’s Hospital, cell #505.

I am from decorating my hospital room in a prison theme, complete with a “Jail Sucks” blanket, various shanks and shivs, and a set of new handcuffs.

I am from keeping a positive self-image, no matter what kinds of tests and challenges are thrown at me.

I am from modeling how to deal with adversity—using the strongest tool I know: humor.

I am from staying focused, remaining mentally tough, and exuding confidence.

I am from missing my East High family everyday, but I know that you all will do everything in your power to be successful.

I am from believing that the four words, “I can, I will,” are much more powerful than the three words: “You have cancer.”

I did not want to have to start out fourth quarter dancing between the hospital and my home receiving chemo treatments for leukemia, but sometimes there is a reason why we need to face this obstacle. I know that I am here to show others that adversity and change does not have to be terrifying, and when you find yourself facing a difficult problem, you don’t just look the other way and give up. My job is to make each day a positive experience—a day full of laughter is my ideal. Certainly, the joke is that I am incarcerated in this jail cell (and will be for several days through the upcoming months), but the reality is that these four walls cannot contain me, my spirit is too strong and too resilient, and cancer will not win this time either.

Please know that you are always willing to contact me by email (akabour@lps.org), and if you would like to come visit me, I would love to see you. I will be alternating between St. E’s hospital and my home, as I maneuver my way through the rounds of treatments. Please email first to get my latest location, and if you do come to see me, make sure you are healthy, because my immune system will be pretty weak from the chemo.

I love you all, and it will be very difficult for me to not see you everyday. However, it will only make things harder for me if you aren’t giving Mrs. Ottley the same level of determination and respect that you have given me this semester. She is going to work diligently with me to make sure that we are grading consistently, and that you are getting the instruction and attention that you so deserve. Please welcome her with open arms, and offer each other your support during this time.

I love you. I’m sorry I won’t be here to teach you. I will be thinking of you consistently. But know I am doing everything in my power to get healthy, so I can return this fall.

Love,
Mrs. Kabourek

Appropriate Jail-Related Advertisement

After my last post, an ad came up on Blogger where I could save tons of money calling actual inmates. Nice. Pretty sure your regular cell phone plans will work.

New Internment-#502

After an infected port sent me to the E.R. yesterday morning, I have been interned in prison getting antibiotics, platelets, and blood transfusions. I have to say that I'm not thoroughly enjoying myself this time because I have been in some pain (and the pain meds make me sick). I am definitely staying here tonight, and we'll take it a day at a time from here. My white blood cells are completely wiped out, so I'm pretty lethargic. This is mean to do to a woman who likes to operate at 120% capacity all the time. I have resigned to the fact that school work will not get done and that my kids projects can wait. I could really use a clear brain and some energy to do both.

Shelly added some new prison garb to my room though...I have an inmate coffee mug, a t-shirt that says, "Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Prison," and a Monet-prison motif clock.

I got distracted and didn't record my visitors' log...here are some folks I've seen over the past couple of days:
Kenneth Leith
Chase and Mary Grieser
Skyler Tenopir
Stacey Sands
Sherrie Manning
Tim Bayne
Marcela Canteraro
Scott Gealy
Bill Dimon
Julie Harder
Shelly Dowding
Thanks for coming (and for having to wear masks, so I don't get sick). I, of course, think the masks make me claustrophobic. Thanks to those of you who are calling or texting me to check in. I'm feeling the love.

The Revolving Door of Prison

After a night of not sleeping due to my port being infected, I have landed myself in prison for at least a night. They took the port out and I am feeling much better. The Tylenol PM knocked me out for a whopping 45 minutes last night, so I have been sleeping all day.

I'm on the fifth floor again, and the nurses are trying to get me a bigger space. However, if you do come to visit, my counts are really low and they might make you wear a SARS mask (or as Brian calls it, CZARS).
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