The Holidays Came Early this Year

So, today we celebrated Christmas and Chanukah early. We did this because Mike will be in the hospital on Christmas day. Michelle came over last night and spent the night. Judy made her usual yummy coffee cake, and we exchanged cards and presents. Later we will go out for a movie and a Chinese dinner. Some of you may not know that for many Jewish families a movie and eating Chinese is a Christmas tradition. We all got nice things, and the other cats got amusing cards for Mike, Judy, and Michelle. I didn’t get them anything, because they already have me, so what else could they want or need?

This was a pretty exhausting week, running back and forth to Emory. Mike got his cells collected Monday, went back for labs the next day, and then met with Dr. B. Thursday. Thursday was a long day because the lab appointment was early, they saw Dr. B. afterwards, had an infusion of chemo, and then they had an orientation to the bone marrow transplant procedure all afternoon. We don’t have to go back to Emory for another week when they start infusing Mike with a drug that will somewhat ameliorate the side effects of the chemo that they will be giving him. Mike seems to be a little more tired, and his appetite is off some. But, he felt well enough to go to his 12-step meeting Tuesday night. I went with him as usual. The people are very nice, and seemed to have a good talk.

Mike is on another rant about the Halls of Fame. This past week Dale Murphy, a fine former player with the Atlanta Braves, got practically no votes for the Baseball Hall of Fame. I think this was his last chance. I hope he doesn’t feel too badly about it. He was a terrific player as well as a man of good character. Ironically, this past week the Goodyear blimp was in town to be admitted as an honorary member of the College Football Hall of Fame. Give me a break!

So, Mike has headed up to bed. At halftime the Marietta Blue Devils are ahead in the state football championship against Lowndes 17-0. This reminds me of the time when he went to bed before the 7th game of the World Series was over when the Cubs were playing Cleveland. The score was tied going into extra innings. It was after midnight, and Mike said he was “crazy tired.” He didn’t find out that the Cubs won until the following morning. Now he doesn’t care if they win again or not. He says now that his lifetime dream (not to be melodramatic) has been realized, he has no need for it to happen again.

So our holidays are over, but well-celebrated today. We hope that when your holidays come around that you have wonderful family time, good things to eat, and that you can stay warm. You will hear from me again soon. Until then, so long from Happy Meadows.

Author: Black Magic

Black Magic is a handsome, charming, and self-absorbed cat who lives with Mike and Judy Gordon in Marietta, Georgia. He is about 7 years old, and he will remind you at every opportunity that his grandfather was Black Jack, that famous cat who wrote his own autobiography. Black Magic has a great many opinions, and despite his natural feline arrogance, he seems to be genuinely spiritual. But the reader can decide for him/herself. View all posts by Black Magic