Pre-Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is just two days away, and I've got a lot to be thankful for.  For instance, compared to last year, I've got my health!  I've had another wonderful year with Ted and I have a loving, caring family.  I've grown closer to my labmates and advisors, which I'm going to mark in the win column.  I've been incredibly (I would almost go so far as to say "unbelievably") successful with my work, between my Sigcomm, HotNets, PAM, and IMC papers (holy crap, were those all this year?), the Best Student Paper Award for Persona, and the fact that two of those papers will be going towards my thesis.  Sony and Obama are pairing up to get LittleBigPlanet in libraries across the nation, so I even have hope for the future of America.

Seriously, the game is that amazing. I only wish that I had more time to play it! Sadly, the slow and steady march of progress moves me on to other games, but LittleBigPlanet will always hold a special place in my heart, along with Super Smash Brothers Melee and Disgaea.

In any case, tomorrow I go to the doctor for a check-up, from which I'll leave to go to my cousin's place for Thanksgiving.  The check-up should be pretty interesting; I think I'm getting the results from my PCR, which should be interesting on way or another.  I also need to see what's going on with my next shipment of Gleevec.  It should be here by now, I would think, though I do still have about two weeks worth of Gleevec, so I'm not too concerned yet.

I'm sure my family will enjoy my mo tomorrow. I facebooked (shush, spellchecker, it is a word if I say it is, and so is "spellchecker") Anika today to ask about getting dye for it, and it sounds like she'll be able to give me some.  I'm thinking of going with a dark blue, and depending on my mood at the time and the quantity of hair dye she can give me, I'll dye my hair, too.  Look forward to a picture of that!  I may also have a mo-shaving party.  Dave suggested that I serve mojitos and mogaritas (with coconut shavings instead of salt).

Dearly Departed

On Tuesday I got some bad news from my friend and labmate, Dave. His mom passed away. We all knew that she had been having some troubles, recently, but I at least didn't know that it was life-threatening, so it kind of came as a shock to me at least. It turns out that it was a recurrence of breast cancer. Most of "the lab" -- Bobby, Bender, Cristian, Aaron, and myself (and obviously Dave) -- attended the funeral, in part to be there for Dave and also because we had actually met his mom at his thesis proposal. I didn't really get to talk to her at that time, but she seemed like a wonderful woman, and that first impression was reinforced at the funeral service. I haven't lost someone as close to me as she is to Dave, so I really can't understand what he must be going through right now... all I can do is be there for him if he needs me.

Unsurprisingly, this is the first funeral I've been to post-Carmichael. Part of me wants to say that it affected me differently than previous funerals, but I don't think it would be entirely honest. I remember going to the funeral of Kirstin, a girl I went to elementary school with who died in a car accident, and thinking at the time that it could have just as easily been me in that car. The same thing happened with Jordan's funeral after high school. As much as I go to these events to mourn the passing of the people I know, I feel like I also look at them as a reminder that one day I too will die, and I'll have one of these services of my own. Maybe I've just been watching too much Dead Like Me, but I really kind of wish that my death is something spectacular. It would be even cooler if I died doing something heroic, but modern life does not leave much room for heroism. No, in all probability, I will die of something mundane, but with any luck it won't be because of Carmichael, and it won't be any time soon.

The world marches on past Dave's loss... less than an hour later I found myself at the doctor's office. Today's appointment was a little shorter than the previous ones had been; I probably could have gone in to the lab for a few hours afterward, but between the funeral and the rain I just didn't feel like working today. My next two appointments (in two and four weeks) will just be a matter of getting blood drawn, and then they'll call me if there's anything unusual. Then in six weeks I'll have a full appointment again, and they'll do a FISH test to see details about Carmichael. Until then, as I have been anticipating, my CBC is looking very good across the board, so in some sense I'm doing better than I've done in a really long time. Hurray.

PP (post... post): For the record, when I die I want to be cremated, and have my ashes spread somewhere cool, like in an active volcano, space (including, but not limited to the moon), or Antarctica. If those are all too difficult, then a cave would suffice, but it should be pretty deep at least.

Out of my funk

Today was good. I managed to get up and go to the gym, and was able to burn 70% more calories than I was ever able to do before my diagnosis and treatment. I feel great in general, which makes me think my blood cell counts are starting to correct themselves.

I was totally lucid at work and even fairly productive. I almost finished the first draft of my Bond Breaker slides; this is the paper I will present at HotNets in New York on October 22nd or so. I'm looking forward to it, especially since I've never been to New York before.

It's time to start thinking about Sigcomm... something I've been dreading but that I think will be good for me. It looks like I'll probably be working on the iOwes paper with Dave, which is good, because I won't be the lead author (I don't know for sure that I could handle that right now) and because it's still very much related to OSNs, my area of research. I just hope I can handle the 80 hour work weeks that are to come in my not-too-distant future.