Jesus Loves This Guy! Weekly Charge Vol.10

Me and the wife found a T-shirt this weekend with the phrase "Jesus loves this guy!" on it. I now have it. I like the shirt for two reasons: 1) It's true, and 2) It's just a little bit conceded. I like things that make people think and this shirt does.

I saw the doctor yesterday and the news was mixed. My white count was low 1.18 and my red count was 500; both to low for chemo. So we decided to go back on neupogen this week.

While reviewing my case he said something interesting. He asked me when the last scan was done, to which I said sometime in March. As he was mumbling the CT back he said, "Nothing in the Liver and no new sites in the lymph glands."

I asked, "Nothing in the liver?"

He replied, "Yes."

I asked, "The PET scan in January showed sites in the liver, right?"

He replied, "Yes."

I asked, "And the CT in March shows no sites in the liver?"

He replied, "Yes."

I then asked, "So there's nothing in the Liver?"

He replied, "Yes."

He went on the say that we would be doing another PET scan this week but that things look really good. For those who (like me) are having a hard time understanding this, nothing in the liver is a really big thing! Especially when you consider that I had not had chemo for six weeks at the time of the CT.

Thus, "Jesus Loves This Guy!"

And thank you all for the prayers and thoughts, they are as much a part of this as all the meds and doctors.

I Should Watch More Religious Crap!

So I was watching the Pastor Melissa Scott tonight at about 12am, it's like a sermon in which she super analyzes every thing. My kind of show, anyway, she was talking about what the good works meant in Ephesians 2:10. Her conclusion was that God is working in us to do His good works, and not that these good works are the key to our salvation.

So I was thinking about this and about Life Church's message from this week about how we (men) as warriors are to be passionate about what battle God has given us to fight. Which I have come to understand in my life is, in part, the writing of this here blog thing.

And while the story seems to be wondering aimlessly in my social life, I realized not only where I need to take the story; but also that God is still working within me to bring about a knowledge of Him and His good works.

So like I said, I need to watch more religious crap. I also need to stop starting paragraphs with so.

Rejection City

Living with your friends is a little more acceptable when dating then say, being 28 and still living with your parents. So I took Jess up on the offer to live one year with others in pursuit of spiritual development and friendship.

It was a great year. I can say this, while we didn't necessarily pursue that spiritual development all that well, I walked away with some pretty good friends.

During this time I also continued to develop my social skills with women. Jess did her best to help by becoming my stylist. Growing up Jewish left me with this funny style of spending money; but when a hot girl (weather your friend or not) tells you, "Even I would date you in those jeans!" moneys becomes nothing. With my time being divided between the house and work, and the fact that I didn't drink; I decided to start internet dating.

If I was trying to avoid being rejected, I would have gone to a bar. The first site I joined after three months left me with over a hundred emails out and no returns. That would be like going to a bar and every women you said hi to never saying hi back. Thats a 100% rejection rate. My great solution was to try other sites that were similar to this one; I garnered the same results 0-25 on one and 0-10 on another.

My grand experiment was gathering some horrible results!

Chain Letter (the kind of crap you do at 2am)

Here are the rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags 5 people and posts their name, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

What was I doing 10 years ago:
Ten years ago I was working as a night clerk at 7-11 and had just been put on the transplant list.

Five Snacks I enjoy:
1. Queso, queso and more queso
2. Candy
3. Ice cream
4. Coffee
5. Pop Corn

In the real world:
1. I'm Jewish
2. Born again child of God
3. Cancer survivor
4. Funny

Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Pay off all my families crap.
2. Invest in alternative energy forms.
3. Buy an owners cabin on a cruse ship.

Five jobs that I have had:
1. Ice cream scooper
2. Fry guy
3. Cashier
4. Night clerk
5. Disability examiner

Three of my habits:
1. Killing nazis
2. Sleeping
3. Chewing my finger nails

Five place I have lived:
1. Grand Rapids, MI
2. Oklahoma City, OK
3. Moore, OK
4. Edmond, OK
5. Thats all folks...

What do you want others to get from your blog:
People converted to Christ or for people to recommit themselves to Christ. But nothing real big.

And as for tags, I only read three personal blogs regularly and Roger has all of them tagged already.

I Think The World Is Telling Me Something...

So today I got an email for a colon cleanse sample and last week I got another credit card app for the Make A Wish Foundation. Is this what they call irony? Or is there some junk mail mastermind trying to make me mad in hopes that I'm the key to his plan to take of the world.

On another note there will be a new chapter in the story soon, I'm stuck again on which way to go.

Like a Sink in a Bedroom?

One of my favorite comedians is Lewis Black, I know angry frustrated cussing Jew what a shock! He has this routine where he discusses a theory of where aneurisms come from. It involves situations where our brain can't explain something and it tries to figure them out until it explodes and we die. He used a scenario where he over heard some one say, "If not for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in collage." Even writing it brings me to tears. If you haven't heard is, it's on his white album.

Anyway, my wife and I are currently looking at new homes to get an idea of what we want to buy in the future. Today we saw a house which had a sink in the second bedroom. It wasn't like a little bathing area in the room. It was a sink right next to the closet of the bedroom. No other bedroom in the house had a sink. The closest was the sinks in the master bath. Jen spent the next hour trying to figure out why. I did my best to get her to stop, because I love my wife and don't want her to die of an aneurysm.

She finally arrived that it is meant to be a nursery. When I pointed out that the sink in the bathroom next door was closer or that being that there were only two rooms other than the master and that the most you could hope for needing it to be a nursery would be like five years tops and you were likely to own the house for at least 15 years; she said her mind was made up it was meant to be a nursery.

So for all of you out there, it is no longer, "If not for that horse" to explain the completely illogical; it's now, "Like a sink in a bedroom!"

Weekly Charge Vol.9

Well no chemo this week, my white count was 1.4 and my red count was 800. I'm on nuepogen again this week and Monday regardless of white count I'm going to have some chemo but not all of it.

Now for something completely different...

I was watching TV today and there was a commercial for Lipoflavonoid. Now this is a real drug but the name just sounds like its made up. And no it has nothing to do with your lips or taste, its for your ears. I'm thinking of a new drug to make farts smell better, I'll call it labelsticka.

The Friends Zone!!!!

I'm using this post to back track a bit in the story. A Friend reminded me the other day that she has yet to be in any of my post and that she was defiantly in the story by this point. So.... "In this corner weighing a glowing (you know because she pregers (not mine!)) 150 lbs. Jess!!!!!!!!!"

I had met Jess some years prior to this time, but she was living in Boise in what was known up there as a Christian Family Home (I'll explain in a minute). I was in my final semester of collage. She had just come back home (that's Oklahoma) and I being single thought this was my shot. So after testing the waters for a few weeks (I never claimed to be a fast casanova) I ask her to lunch.

I showed up in the best cool casual attire I had at the time and she was in sweats. This should have been my first sign we weren't on the same page, but I'm an optimist. The second sentence out of her mouth sealed it though. Her start to the conversation was, "You know its so nice to have a good friend like you."

You girls may not know this,
But us guys have a place we never like to be
And I had just been put there squarely.
The Friends Zone!
It's not like the way Hollywood portrays it,
You will never win her over with your loyalty,
We're there for eternity.

Well with that battle lost, I decided to actually listen to what she was saying. Basically she wanted to start a family home in Oklahoma and she wanted me to be a part of it. A family home (or Christan Family Home) is a group of young adults who pledge to spend a year living together studying the Word and supporting each other.

We ended the lunch with the agreement that I would think about it, and, "The beginning to a beautiful friendship!"