Anxious

According to the online dictionary anxious has several definitions.  Worried, tense, intensely desirous, and eager.  For years we have been giving mom a hard time because she uses the word as a replacement for excited, and when she comes to visit us we don't want her to be anxious, we just want her to be excited.  I guess all those years at Whitefish High School have paid off because she was using the alternative definition obviously, but we continue to give her a hard time anyway.  So for the first time in a long time I think she, along with the rest of the Dulle clan are truly anxious.

Big Don has passed all of his tests, except for cleansing his bowels tomorrow, and I am quite confident in his ability to do that.  I should say continue to do that as he got a head start tonight at the Claim Jumper.  The new CT scan showed the doctors exactly what they wanted to see and his tumor markers are actually at a normal level of 28.  For those of you that are math challenged that is 100 times better than August of last year when they were at 2800 when he was diagnosed.  So he is a prime candidate for surgery.  On Thursday June 30, Dr. Rick Selby and his team at USC will go after the tumor.  They tell us that the surgery could last all day but they feel very confident in Big Don's ability to handle it, they did not mention mine or Bobby's ability to handle it so we will just have to let you know. 

Throughout the whole year Big Don has had an overwhelming amount ot support and love and he will continue to need it as he goes through the next step.  But there is no doubt that everyone's prayers and thoughts are helping and contributing to Big Don continuing to beat the odds.  The tumor let us back in the game, a year ago we were getting our butts kicked and Thursday we finally get to fight back.

So the Dulle's are in Southern California on the next leg of the adventure.  I wish I could say something profound happened tonight as we all ate together, but it was pretty much status quo, we made inappropriate fart and poop jokes, made fun of the waiters name, Fobby?, stared at the people around us, and we tried to make a scene as we left, so generally we had a great time.  I'm not sure if thats the way we are supposed to handle something like this, but I am pretty damn proud that it is and would have it no other way.  So maybe I'm not anxious I'm just gonna be excited for Big Don to kick some ass.