Pumping Iron

Heather here again, checking in on Dad's behalf... with more pictures, of course.

Things seemed pretty good when Dad called yesterday, sleepily asking for dessert - the organic vegan version of Oreos, to be exact. We're still checking out what snacks, exactly, we can bring him, but the fact that he's wanting more to eat can only be good - building up his strength in the next few days.

Dad slept a lot yesterday, on a new combination of anti-nausea drugs. But whatever the combination was it seems to have worked. When I got up there to visit him, there were tons of empty dinner plates, his stomach was full and he was in great spirits.

Dad dictated a short note to his donor, which I typed and sent to an intermediary (because they can't communicate directly for a while, as Dad has explained before on here). He thanked the donor, who is probably going in to give his bone marrow right around now. Amazing.

But there were to be tougher tasks for me than letter writing - my visit was a veritable track meet yesterday! Dad, his friend (see below) and I walked 6 laps around the hospital - that's a mile and a half. Dad (or is it his friend?) gets lots of compliments on the photo mobile, which is strung up so that it comes along wherever friend goes.

(closeup of friend with photos)

The long walk wasn't enough for our circus strongman, though...
The secret to his strength? I think it's this...