Released back into the wild. Chemo starts in a week and a half.

Diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Monday, March 7 2011 joins the line of other Black Mondays in our nations history.

At the hospital, awaiting the results of the ERCP ultrasound scope. Four days  of waiting, enjoying the fine hospital food and the total lack of fresh air from the sealed windows.

The nursing staff is fantastic and the stay has been overall excellent. My room resembles walk-in camping at Burning Man. There is a steady stream of visitors in and out. Lots of laughs. According to the nurses, this place has become known as “The Party Room.”

That said, this place can sometimes feel like a psych ward. My neighbor (we call him Chief because he looks like the Chief from “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”) barks like a dog at sunset every day.