Day +10 The shedding

Saturday November 20 2:30 AM

So my hair is falling out in clumps. As I write this I am completely bald
on my head, and becoming more and more like a 12 year old boy by the second.
I was expecting the hair on my head to fall out all at once, but I was not
quite prepared for the mass exodus of pubic hair. It's really itchy as
well, so I'm making Professional Baseball players seem polite by comparison
with all my "scratching".
Another bit of news I have to report is the solution to the mouth sores. I
now have four lines running into my body, and one of them is a painkiller
called Fentanyl hooked up to a trigger. I get a little at a time, but then
I can press the button for an instantaneous burst of numbing. I love my new
drug. It also has a drowsy effect that knocks you on your ass which is fine
by me, since my first memories of today started at around 4 o'clock. That's
right, I slept through two food deliveries and who knows how many
assessments on my vital signs. At this rate, I could probably sleep through
the entire hospital stay if I can get someone manning the special button
while I sleep.

The article my Aunt Lise wrote about me was published in the Hamilton
Spectator today. I got absolutely crushed by the email from the Hamilton
area and I want to thank everyone of you for your support and prayer. I
spent 2 hours checking my email today and writing back to as many of you as
I could. If I missed a couple, I'm sorry, but please know that I loved
every email that I got. I also met a soul mate from Calgary who just happens
to be a lot like me. His name is Adam, he's 13 and he also has CML. Well
Adam, you know what this means don't you? You and I have to fight this as a
team. Let me know if you want to pair up and kick the crap out of CML,
because I'm looking forward to working with you.

I'm going to call this a short one today. It's already 2:30 in the morning
and I need to push my magic button again.

Tomorrow, I'll have a picture of my new bald head up on the website. Caity,
this means you need to bring your father's camera to the hospital. And just
so everyone knows, the head shot of me bald is a freebee. Pictures of any
other balding areas will be supplied to the highest bidder.

That's about it people. I'm going to bed.