Last Friday I went with my aunt to Sloan to bring M her turkey dinner. She was very grateful and enjoyed as much as she could. She has dropped about 15 lbs, but she still tries to eat as much as possible.
While we were there we were informed that she would be getting a bone marrow biopsy. They did it Friday afternoon at about 2:30. As of today (Tuesday) she hasn't received any solid results. They told her that her bone marrow gets depleted through the treatments and its hard to test it fully because it's like new, fragile, infant bone marrow. Her white cell count is at .5 and they need it over 1 for her to be discharged. She is now just waiting for everything to get back to a somewhat normal state.
Thanksgiving was great. My aunts put together a wonderful meal for 25 people. I think I counted 28 chairs. But 25 people - I can't think of another family that I know that has that many people sitting at one time, and we were missing about 7 people who usually join us for holidays.
Rob and I ventured to visit friends in Delaware on Saturday and spent the weekend with them. We hadn't seen them in quite some time, and they had just gone through a family tragedy; it was nice to know that we could be there for them. We got to have a Thanksgiving dinner with them again. This time there were just six of us, and it was really nice.
The title of this blog comes from a song from one of my most favorite bands, Paper Route. The song is in the video below. The singer in the band, Andy Smith - and sometimes another member of the band - will play a few acoustic songs to a small crowd after they have already performed a concert that night. There are other videos of them doing this. I thought it was an urban legend, but it's not ;)
His voice cracks at one point in this song when he is attempting a line in falsetto. I can't hold that against him though, he was probably singing for two hours already before he did this. All in all, one of my favorite bands to listen to lately.
And c'mon ladies, it doesn't hurt to look at him, either:
Yum!
Don't wanna be here
I feel alone with everyone
This is the first year
And still I play the second son
Falling in a line, I waited
In a line, I waited
The season's in a crawl
I'm waiting for the final leaf to fall
The season's in a crawl
I'm waiting for the final leaf to fall
Go get your bags packed
I'll probably see you on the run
I'm right behind you
Fast as a bullet leaves a gun
Falling in a line, I waited
In a line, I waited
The season's in a crawl
I'm waiting for the final leaf to fall
The season's in a crawl
I'm waiting for the final leaf to fall

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