[DAY +2]  Had some blood in my urine yesterday (apparently not unusual post-chemo), so last night I stayed in the clinic.  This was a precautionary measure, and I was accompanied by several bags of fluids and the night nurse Hussein.  Blood is still there today, but it is not getting worse, so when I am done intaking my second bag (currently underway), then I get to sleep in my hotel room (which I almost begged for), if I drinks lots of water and promise to contact Hussein at the first sign of discomfort. I promise.

Another event for today was the removal of my catheter.  Now my lazy ass has to get up and go to the bathroom under my own strength.  Moving around is definitely good for me to do, but I am really gonna miss bring able to pee in-situ without consequence.

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The last couple years of our (Anne and me) life together have been eventful, to say the least.  We've watched with joy, the growing of our girls from babies to toddlers.  It's hard for me to write just how joyous it has been, so you'll just have to believe me when I say it's very joyous.  We've also witnessed with both disbelief and anger (mostly mine) the deterioration of the abilities of a healthy male in his thirties due to MS.  That motherfucker worked quick.  Through it all, the joys, disbeliefs, and whatever other emotions were present, there has been one solid rock in my life - my wife Anne.  It must be difficult to watch your spouse go from partner to dependent.  But she did, soldiered on, raised two beautiful young girls, kept our mouths fed, kept our clothes clean, and kept our house tidy (and more...).  All, while no doubt ignoring her own needs to keep us healthy and happy.  We love her for it.  I love her for it.  I am thankful every day that I was the lucky one who got to marry Anne.   I hope our girls turn out to be just like her.  She is tough, funny, smart, loveable, beautiful, a straight-shooter, doesn't put up with nonsense, and many other great things.  Marko and Ika, you must be proud.