Sunday, December 3rd, 2017
When we last left off, Timmy was trapped in a well, Lassie had gone for help, I was officially in remission from my non-Hodgkin Lymphoma and the plan was to...
...monitor my blood work every two weeks and visit the oncologist every four weeks, in the hope of catching any relapse sooner rather than later.
Since then, I have had my blood work checked as indicated and visited the oncologist twice, most recently on Thursday. When he came into the room and took a look at me, he said that (A) I was "radiating health," (B) my blood work agreed and (C) I didn't need to come back until mid-January. All in all, it was a Sabatino's day!
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No matter how short or long the remission period might be, and what treatment we pursue once it does, one thing is clear: odds are strong that I will not be walking this planet at a ripe old age. To that end, Alison and I have chosen to slip into what I refer to as our early, temporary semi-retirement:
"A little bit" has turned out to be around 15 hours per week (a.k.a. three hours per day) for me and one day per week for Alison. That generates enough money for us to live our newly simplified life and gives us enough time to enjoy it as much as possible.
Long live the Volt
Alison and I have never been the type to dress up for Halloween. Instead, we dutifully hand out candy and secretly hope that it will start to rain so that the crowds dwindle and we're left with a hoard of chocolate to gorge on by ourselves. This year, it didn't rain but the crowds dwindled nonetheless, leaving us with enough gorge-worthy chocolate to eat our selves sick. And that we did!
Our friends and family, however, do enjoy dressing up. Here are a few photos of them.
The Brooklyn Golubs
Thanksgiving, of course, has elapsed since last we spoke. We hosted an informal, Thanksgiving-like event for Alison's side of the family on Wednesday night, then attended a slightly-more-formal Thanksgiving hosted by my sister Liesl on Thursday. In the span of 24 short hours, we visited and broke bread (with an occasional toss) with the vast majority of our combined family — parents, siblings, nieces and nephews.
Click the More Pictures buttons for all of the pictures from these two events. I apologize in advance for the overly-photographed backyard football game.
Rachael Price is the lead singer for Lake Street Dive, a favorite band of mine of late. Like many of my favorite musicians, she popped up on A Prairie Home Companion recently. This time, she arrived without Lake Street Dive in tow and instead teamed up on stage with the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. Here are some highlights of their performance.
Who is this Sabatino?
Sabatino's — a what, not a who — is an Italian restaurant in the Little Italy neighborhood of Baltimore. Just a stone's throw from Johns Hopkins, it was our go-to destination to celebrate our many "good news" visits to the oncologist as far back as 2004, when I began my care at Hopkins. They long ago perfected the staples of an Italian meal in mouthwatering fashion: salad, pasta, meatballs and bread.
Sadly, we haven't been back to Sabatino's since 2010, when I began my gluten-free adventures. For the most part, gluten-free and Italian are words that rarely sit comfortably in the same sentence.
So, to come full circle back to the title of this post, a Sabatino's day is any day that overflows with very good news and (hopefully) equally good food to match.
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