Thank you.

2001

July 9, 2000
        I am amazed at the people who are e-mailing me (people I don't know but who read my stories) - my precious younger son has prayer circles all over the planet.
       
        Thank you to everyone who has contacted me.
       
        Fabio - thru Eric - sent his prayers and best wishes - beautiful e-mail.
        He's a very sweet man.
       
        I am remaining positive (80% cure rate) - he is strong - we moved fast - so was the illness - his blood levels are not as bad as they might have got.
       
        Poor kid - I had his hair done with mine - he had spikes and blond streaks - very mod (very cute!) - now he will be bald in a week.
       
        I offered to shave my head - both my sons jumped all over me.
       
        I am off to the hospital this morning - they are doing the bone marrow tests. It's the final confirmation between leukemia and lymphoma - different extrremes of the same illness - same treatment too.
        Chemo and radiation.
       
        If I could survive sleeping there I would but I have animals and the house and the book project and my pills - the calendar art is due in Monday - and a bad back that won't take that mistreatment. Boys also need some space - I was hoping he'd take a shower. I need to clean his room.
       
        He was going to move (we are putting a new tenant back into the house now) - so his room is a typical teen-ager's class-A mess. Now he can't - not right away. So he will go back to Ohlone - only I expect him to be driving himself most days.
       
        Treatments will be once every three weeks for two years. I need to clean his room and clear the garage - large storage area near the house if I can find it. We need space. Too many books and computers!
       
        I am thinking about moving. He needs to be near the college - or some college - and closer to the hospital - although I am getting used to the Dunbarton bridge. (I hate driving over water.) The only problem is the run down University to the hospital. Little two-way "we are going to stay a small city dammit" street. Moving into Silicon Valley is not an ideal idea either - the housing shortage and the prices can make you choke.
       
        He is in PaloAlto - near Mountain View - where I work - I can be there every day at lunch time - I also plan to ask if I can work off-site part of the time - just haul my computer from the office over there a couple of times a week. Too bad I can't haul the network hook-up.
        I can be there several evenings too.
       
        I need to stay in the gym 3 times a week. I am prepping a seminar. I am prepping myself for teaching a heavy schedule starting August 14th. I am the lead developer for the new Advanced Chip Synthesis seminar. The hardest class in Silicon Valley. I teach full chip design - tool integration - timing closure methodology. It's actually similar to what I used to teach at AMCC except that now we have software to do the job. Same design flow which is why I am the lead. It is a team effort.
       
        I put up a new story - I will try to keep them current. It helps.
       
        My boys of course carry on regardless - the older threatened to throw the younger one off the roof if he didn't shower. I need to be there today to keep him from doing that!
       
        I am up early doing laundry and watering the yard. I am also baiting snails who seem to think it's OK to eat my squash plants.
       
        The poor rabbits had no water when I got home last night - and it had been hot. They just about came through the walls of the cage! The dog is confused. She may be mine - but she sleeps curled up next to him on his bed on occasion (on occasion that I don't catch her) and he pets her a lot. She sleeps in my room next to me. Last night she did not demand to be petted - just curled up in her bed and stayed there.
       
        The cats are yowling. Ranger is used to being caught and carried off draped over his shoulder. They didn't even make me chase them last night.
       
        The chinchilla is humming in her cage. She wants shredded wheat.

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