Anyway, I was amazed by a really good day so far. People have been wonderful today! Nurses, doctors, janitor, Jerry, nutritionist ... I can't remember all the reasons people have come in here. I'm not sure what it was, perhaps just the right combination of cheer and snappy humor. The janitor and I got to talking about fasting and especially about struggling through the third day of a fast.
|That's Dr. Greer at the end of the bed back in October|
Yesterday, my wife had a conversation with Little Richard, downstairs by the elevators. Yes, really! Little Richard! (I should probably know more about the guy, but all I know is that he's a musician.) He's being treated for something here at Vanderbilt.
My wife recognized him, but he actually struck up the conversation with her, not vice versa. Just picked her out of a group of four or five people at the elevator and started talking to her!
The conversation was short, obviously, but he gave her a book—about him, not by him—and signed it.
|This is the radiation mask they used to hold my head in place for brain radiation, exactly molded to my face.|
Dr. Strickland came by just then, and he wanted to help me to my room. He kept asking whether I was okay, and I assured him I was just gathering strength. "Honestly, I'm not worried about passing out at all," I promised him.
"Yeah, but I am," he answered.
He let me walk back to my room, though.
So long distance has gone from 2 mile to .2 miles in 3 days.
This is Paul Pavao, signing off from the Vanderbilt Fun Center in Nashville! Good day to you!