Something Positive

         The last few weeks have been a whilrwind! First Pam is doing well. The second round of chemo was tolerated with very few symptoms. In fact Pam asked one of the nurses if the first dose was a placebo. They assured her it was not. It seems that the drug that Pam got to stimulate her bone marrow for some low counts really knocked her down after the second part of round one. This did not happen after the second part of round two. She is still amazing the family and multitude of friends with her optimism and energy levels. Over the last two weeks we had the company of her brother and family from Texas. Kent was much happier about his sister once he could see how well she was doing. It also seems that Kaylin and cousin Amanda have quite a few things in common and wondered why we had kept them apart so long! It was a wonderful visit. There was much laughter and Pam is a wonderful tour guide but seems to have frightened a couple of elderly women in the car next to them when, with encouragement from her brother, removed her cranial prosthesis and made faces at them.
           This weekend was one of Kendal's wedding showers. Grandma Nelda, Penny, Jackie and Don, Jane and Anna arrived on Thursday/Friday. It was noisy, choatic, and funny: a true Uphoff event!
           The best part of the weekend was our meeting with the Oncologist on Friday. Earlier in the week Pam had a repeat CT Scan.  The scan showed that the tumor was showing signs of response to the chemo and no growth. It had not shrunk any yet but the center of the tumors were starting to dissolve. We do not know what this means yet prognostically, but it did mean that we are staying on the same chemo regimen. I consider this good because she is tolerating this regimen well. The plan is for repeat scans every two cycles and reassess.
   I know prayers and thoughts from all are responsible for our success. Keep calling and come by if you are in the neighborhood!


Love to all,
   Greg

Snapshot of the Weekend

Life at 4403 Meridian these days leaves a multitudinous sea of impressions:  from unvarnished seriousness to wacky, rollicking, over-the-top humor, crackling through the family and friends like an out-of-control power station.  In other words, pretty normal.

Pam, of course, is power central, respecting the challenge of the day but determined to beat it.  I am tempted to use her vivid language, but I’ll simply invoke Mark Twain’s sage observation, remembering someone who had struck his thumb with a hammer, that colorful language sometimes can provide a measure of relief denied even to prayer. 

The overriding impression of activity at 4403 Meridian is many moving pieces:  Kendal making wedding plans, Kaylin breezing in and out as a young professional, Ellie laughing delightedly between bouts of seriousness as she thinks about college, Lauren beaming happily from a computer screen as she reports on her sojourn in Rome.  While Greg is off to Alabama to run in a marathon, Pam joins me for a movie that turns out to be a portrayal of wolves devouring people in the Alaskan wilderness (don’t I know how to pick ’em!) 

There is another layer of this experience.  Beneath all the activity and the good humor is an awe-inspiring tidal wave of affection, found in the many kindnesses of family and friends as they rally to Pam.  I won’t dwell on this, because there are no words that can describe it, except to say it is an amazing source of strength.

Many lovely moments:  Friday evening, chatting in the living room with a fire in the fireplace, as Kendal and Kaylin vie gracefully for a comfortable share of radiant heat on the rug in front of the hearth; Kendal and Greg speaking about surgery and other medical matters in the slightly foreign language of doctors; friends Pam Ross and Trudy lighting up Flynn’s on Saturday night with their raucous good humor, inspiring Kaylin and Ellie into a comedy riff of their own; Pam exasperated as her beloved Pacers fail to maintain a run that might have given them victory; Scott holding Kendal aloft in his arms, crossing-the-threshold style; a wonderful video of Pam’s family, prepared for her Mom’s 80^th birthday. 

One event will remain in my memory as a kind of snapshot of the weekend.  Ellie asked me if I was familiar with “Pandora.”  I remember Pandora from childhood as the mythic owner of a box with all the troubles of the world, troubles that flew out when Pandora opened the box, leaving only hope behind:  a gloomy story.  The name “Pandora” received a happier association two years ago when Lauren joined me to see “Avatar” in Chicago.  In that experience, Pandora was the name of a magical world where one could tame and fly dragons.  Ellie’s Pandora, however, was neither of these.  Instead, it was a website where one could enter a favorite song or composer and the website would play similar songs or pieces.  Far from being a source of troubles, Pandora, with Ellie’s guidance, became a source of music.

As I reflected on the activities at 4403 Meridian, it was easy to see how a world of troubles could be transformed into music.  If gloom dared to show up here, it would be so bewildered and frightened that it would turn at once and flee.  Pam showed me a list of things that cancer could not do, which concluded with a paraphrase of the Apostle Paul’s observation that there was nothing that could separate us from the love of God.  There was no separation here.  Instead, there was laughter.  And there was much affection.  And these things were the best music.

Carlisle a/k/a Uncle Carlisle (husband of Greg’s first cousin, Mary)

Ready for Round Two

 For as good as I am feeling most of the time, it is easy to forget that I am undergoing a chemotherapy regiment. My daily routine includes a 2 mile am walk, several small meals,  plenty of fluids, and a little chocolate which is soo good for whatever ails you. Isn’t it?

I was forced to make an emergency call to my best buddy Terry today following the loss of several patches of hair with my morning shower.  I was not a good sale on the “Mister Clean” Do, - not quite ready for that, so we settled for the gray spiked look to ease me into the transition. I figure by the weekend it will all have to go. I am glad the wig is ready when duty calls.

I start my second round of chemo on Friday and actually feel strong enough to tackle it again. It is so much more tolerable when you can somewhat predict the after effects.

Last week was simply amazing as our city hosted Super Bowl XLVI. Who could have ever predicted 45-50 degree weather for most of the week? Greg and I took a stroll down to the Super Bowl Village and what a proud city of Hoosiers lining the streets! We received very favorable reviews, and the media reports are already talking about bringing the Super Bowl back. (Indy might have to build a couple more five star hotels so that people don’t have to pay $1000/night to stay at the Days Inn!) It was so nice to send those New England Patriots back home without another ring. I would venture to say that a lot of the NY Giant fans were Colts fans incognito. Sorry Boston family members, we owe them a few tough losses.

I have had lunch on a few occasions with friends and several phone calls to make the week so pleasant. It is so funny how easy it is to take the little things for granted.  We are blessed to have so many people mindful of our need for support and prayers. This evening I was able to meet up with members of my Honduran Mission team who just returned from another winter trip. I promised them that I would return to Honduras next winter and they are to hold me to that commitment!

As I head into another round this Friday, I would ask for your continued prayers for strength and courage. Thank you for walking with us on this journey.