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I have a bad habit of running into work in the last minute.  Actually these days (ever since having kids), I seem to be perpetually late. Today, I left the house in good time and was happy to think I wouldn't be late.  Paco was outside working on the car and Mina was hanging out.  We joked about her following me.  I laughed and inhaled something.  I was biking down the road, coughing, trying to clear my breathing.  I glance behind me and do a double-take as I see a black figure running down the road behind me.  Yikes, Mina did follow me.  I phoned Paco, he drove down to pick her up (almost a kilometer from the house by the time I noticed her), I pedaled hard, and clocked in late for work. I keep picturing Mina running down Churchill.  A pick-up truck even stopped to ask if we needed help as I stood on the side of the road, holding onto her, waiting for her ride back home.  Phew! Overall, she has come a long way in terms of her health and strength.  Along our walk, there is a log we

Compared to the last time I wrote, Marlon is much better. He was at his worst on February 15th when he had a hospital check-in.  After finger poke, we got a wheelchair to get him to the ward.  He had nothing left.  Bad headache, sore back, nausea, no energy.  When there, they gave him water and blood.  His counts were low, not dangerously so, but low enough.  He did feel better afterward.  His back was still quite sore, leftover from the LP on the 8th. Since that time, he has been slowly getting better.  Still a lot of nausea and no appetite, which had the hospital giving him a hard time because of weight loss.  He has also had several lectures about drinking enough.  They expect as many as 10 cups a day.  Getting that much liquid into him, gave Marlon anxiety and a lot of stress.  We have found that a goal of seven cups is doable, comfortable, and often exceeded. On his 12th birthday, February 18th, Marlon said he was feeling ok and we celebrated that as a good birthday present.  He h