Tank Empty Again

Well, I made it through the weekend without popping a neutropenic fever. But the tank is empty again, and I am on my way into clinic for blood counts, and, I assume, a few more units of blood and some platelets.

Last night I watched the Yankees and Mariano Rivera blow a 4-2 lead in the 9th to the A’s. A walk-off home run clinched it for the Athletics. As soon as I saw that ball flying over the fence, I instinctively reached for the phone to call my dad, something we’d both do during high and lowlights of Yankee games.

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