An event filled Saturday

Woke Saturday morning with a stain on my t-shirt. The port continues to weep from a small hole on the suture site.
I see the oncologist on Monday and will have him take a look at it. I am afraid that will lead to another visit to the surgeon's office, which will make four medical visits in one day.
The positive note for the weekend is that I feel better than I have felt for a long time.
Still a little fatigued, but I have none of the pain or discomfort that led me to the doctor in the first place.
Which in my small mind means I am experiencing at least some shrinkage of the lesion in my rectum.
This doesn't mean it's gone.
When I first met with the oncologist, I was a little worried about the lack of urgency.
He wanted more tests and had no problem with me waiting two weeks for a second opinion appointment in Columbus.
I told him that the symptoms seemed to appear rapidly. Wasn't that a sign that things were moving fast?
He explained that what was probably happening was that things were moving slowly and that I wouldn't notice anything until the lesion met a certain threshold. So what seemed sudden to me, was really something gradual.
Made sense to me and it makes sense that it is receding in the same way.
Still the change gives me great hope for simple surgery.

Sporting Events


Lucy and I started out the day at the soccer field.
The coach had told us to show up at 8:30 a.m. for a short practice before our 9 a.m. game.
In my disciplined Gannett fashion, we showed up at 8:25. We were the first car in the parking lot and the only other people on the fields were the Rec Department guys hanging the nets on the goals.
Lucy and I kicked the ball around for a while waiting for people to show up.
The coach got there about 20 of and other players started to show up at 10 of.
The last player got there at 5 past 9.
I don't want to sound like a fuddy duddy, but I thought the idea was to teach the kids respect for team work.
To me, that means showing up on time.
The great philosopher Woody Allen said "Eighty percent of success is showing up."
I say, eighty percent of success is showing up on time.
Anyway, our best player didn't show and our second best player, after scoring the opening goal of the game was ejected for fighting.
Yes, fighting in a 5-6-year-olds'league.
He is a very passionate young man.
Without him, we were toast.
The only other highlight of the game for us occurred when Lucy pulled down her shorts at midfield.
She told me later that she thought it would be funny.
She did get a big laugh.
Then the daddy-daughter team headed for the library for some color-by-number and book reading.
Then we headed for the grocery store, because Lucy thought a watermelon would be fun to eat.
It was.
I spent much of the afternoon resting because we were headed for the Marion Mayhem football game in the evening.
It was incredible. About 3,000 people at the Veteran's Memorial Coliseum on the Marion County Fairgrounds for the Great Lakes Indoor Football League game.
Marion beat the New York/New Jersey Revolution, 81-32, setting a GLIFL scoring record.
Lucy liked the dance team and after the game insisted that we go on the field and get all their autographs.
So after the game we headed onto the field to approach all the bare-midriffed, glitter-haired, fake-baked cheerleader/dancers for autographs on the back of a beer label that Lucy picked up off the floor.
The things a dad's got to do.
I hope to post some photos later today.