Monthly Archives: November 2008
Giving Thanks
She is draped in purple, preening herself in the company of her Auntie Lisa, who is blow drying her hair. They gossip and sample cosmetics. Jordan angles to the side and tilts her head with a healthy embelishment of feminine … Continue reading
National Day of Listening
Jordan and I decided to participate in Story Corps’ National Day of Listening, which will take place on Friday, November 28th. Though the audio is not the best, you can hear excerpts in our latest podcast.
A Cold is Just a Cold
She is intolerant of sniffles. When her nose runs, she is mad with contempt. – Why is my nose always running? – It’s just a cold, Jordan. We all get them. – I don’t understand why my nose gets so … Continue reading
MRI Day
MRI Day We’re relieved. Though the radiologist has not delivered the report yet, Jordan’s oncologist has completed a preliminary review of the scans and reports that she is continuing to make progress. From his read, it appears her condition is … Continue reading
Edgy
She heads to CHLA in about an hour for her quarterly MRI. I’ve never seen her this anxious before. She’s really worked herself up into a bundle of nerves. To top it off, she’s had a nasty headache since she … Continue reading
Anxious
A few years ago, I decided to take a slightly objective point of view to this blog site. Although it is nearly impossible not to inject my feelings, I wanted to chronicle Jordan’s story so that she could appreciate it … Continue reading
A Rough Couple of Days
Even in November, Jordan prefers to lounge California style–in a bikini. She had a rough couple of days this weekend. Saturday, as we started our weekly pancake ritual, she suddenly ran for the bathroom. By the time I caught up … Continue reading
Ab ovo
Our refrigerator melted down. When I awoke Tuesday to a pool of water, I blamed the kids for not closing the freezer door. Then I hopped on a plane for a week of travel. It turns out the kids closed … Continue reading
The Euphoric Poll
I don’t mean this as a political message at all. I am in St. Paul, MN. At 10pm CT, Jordan called me. She was euphoric, hooting and hollering. I asked her why she was so happy. Her reply: –Barack Obama … Continue reading