OH MY GOD!
I just got off the phone with Anne. Kris got the results of her biopsy just now . . . and IT CAME BACK CANCER-FREE!! The chemo and radiation have done their thing, and she’s safe for at least two years!
I feel like I’m going to cry. I saw Kris this morning at Anne’s salon, and I thought she looked healthier and better than I expected. We talked about the support WWdN readers have given her, and how much your love, prayers, mojo, tantric healing waves, and crazy voodoo monkey magic have helped her at this time.
You guys . . .
I just don’t know how to express how joyous and grateful I feel right now.
Anne will write more details later on.

I have fallen in love with this bad ass ambient orb that goddess Jen from Think Geek sent me. I love it so much, I think I’m going to buy a few more and put them all over my house. I set my orb to reflect the weather (because, you know, walking outside to see how hot it is would be too much work), and it’s currently bright red, because it’s over 100 degrees here in Pasadena. Goodtimes.
Do any WWdN readers have one of these? If so, have you developed any special applications for it? I don’t quite grok the developer info (I guess I “gr-” it).

Do you ever have a day that’s so good, you start to worry?
“Damn, man! Today is such a good day!” I will say to myself, “I wonder when a shark is going to drop out of the sky and cause a chain reaction accident that makes me late for dinner?”
This is one of those days.
Well, honestly, it started yesterday, when I shot the cover for Just A Geek.
Oh. My. Mother. Jesus. Balls! I am so excited! The photos all look amazing!
Here’s a not-so-secret: I hate having my picture taken, and it’s not just because each click of the shutter captures a little bit more of my ever-diminishing soul. The truth is, I just don’t feel like I photograph well, and as someone who grew up constantly picked on, I want to look cool, you know? (Is it possible to look cool without being one of The Cool Kids? Because I know lots of people who are cool — my wife, for example, is very cool — but who aren’t one of The Cool Kids.)
Well.
The I have found a photographer who makes me look cool (I know, I’m as shocked at you are) and who is fun to work with . . . and the photos are so good, it’s made me want the book to come out even faster than I already did.
I’ve also gotten some incredibly exciting news about two very cool additions (being done by other people) for Just A Geek, but I won’t blog about them until —
Wait. Did I just say “blog about them?” Did I just use the word “blog” as a verb?
Fuck. I did. Okay, so I am now officially a total hosebag.
*sigh*
Well, at least I look cool in some pictures, right?
Anyway, I won’t WRITE about it until I have 100% confirmation from the über cool people who are responsible . . . but holy mother of crap, is it cool!
Okay. Where was I?
Oh. Yes. Today is a very good day:

• In the past 36 hours, WWdN readers have sent in close to $3,000 in sponsorship for our Rock N Roll Marathon in June. Added to what we already have, we’re over $20,000, and we have three weeks to hit our goal of $25,000. We are overwhelmed with your generosity, and we are confident that we’ll make it!
• A few weeks ago, two finches built a nest in our breezeway, and a few days ago four baby finches hatched. The only thing that makes me as happy as the chirping of those little guys when they’re ready to eat is the songs their parents sing on the telephone wire over my back yard.
• Ryan and Nolan got their report cards yesterday. They both have GPA’s over 3.3, which is HUGE, considering all the stress they’ve had to deal with for the bulk of this school year. As a matter of fact, these are the best report cards they’ve ever had, and I am so proud of them I want to cry a little bit.
• Over the past two months or so, I feel Ryan reaching out to me — closing the emotional distance — for the first time in the eight years we’ve been in each other’s lives. I’ve always let our relationship be where he wants it to be, and I feel like he is ready for (and wants it to be) closer now . . . and that makes me want to cry even more than the great grades.
• Anne and I are finally able to do the work on our house that we’ve wanted to do since we moved in five years ago. First, we’re doing new windows and doors, then A/C! Hooray!
• Anne is in charge of the inside of the house, and I get to be in charge of the landscaping of our backyard, which will finally include the meditation garden I’ve wanted all these years.

I could go on and on, but I’ve noticed that when things are good, and I celebrate how good they are, the “I hate you” e-mail increases exponentially . . . so I’ll just stop right after this:
I’m so incredibly grateful that life is currently as good as it is, and I think that it’s important to enjoy times like these when they come along.
I know it won’t always be as good as it is right now, but times like this make the bad times more bearable . . . and as longtime readers know, I’ve had more than my fair share of the bad times over the last few years.

A much needed update on Kris.
I haven’t had a chance to write about Kris’ progress in over a month (last entry was March 10th when she came home from the hospital).
I saw Kris at home the day after she left the hospital. She was very happy to be home but looked tired. She had lost most of her hair again and the blisters on her hands and feet from treatment were really hurting her. I didn’t stay long because of the flood of phone calls and visitors stopping by. I hugged her goodbye, and told her I’d see her next week.
Kris came to visit me at my work about five days after coming home. She came in and I almost didn’t recognize her. She lost her eyelashes, eyebrows and color in her skin. Her hands were peeling so badly I couldn’t believe she could even hold anything. I was a little shocked. But as soon as she started talking, I was at ease. She’s still her old self. Funny, energetic, sarcastic. It was great to see her out and about. She just has to avoid being around crowds or anyone with the sniffles so she doesn’t get sick. Her immune system is really low so she could get anything and not be able to fight it off. We talked about regular stuff. The kids, vacations, husbands working too hard. It felt so wierd to me that she’s been through so much yet it feels like nothing has changed. Well, except for all the side affects from her treatment. And even that we talked about like it was this thing separate from anyone we know. It’s like the stuff that’s happening to her body is so separate from who she is that it’s almost like watching it on The Learning Channel.
I left last Thursday for a long weekend of birthday celebrations for some out of town friends. On my way home Monday, I was checking messages. I had one from Kris that she left that Sunday. She said she knew I was still gone, but just wanted to let me know she was back in the hospital and had been there since Thursday. I was worried sick so I immediately called her. She said she had gotten a staph infection in her Hickman catheter (a catheter that is surgically implanted into the chest that goes into the heart to receive chemo and other medications). She had a fever of 102.5. If she had waited any longer, it would have been fatal. She was trying to make light of the whole thing, saying she didn’t think I’d want to come home to a dead friend. I was wiping tears off my face when she said that. It’s really scary how something so simple to us could be so life threatening for her. But she was being taken care of and feeling better. She came home six days after being admitted.
We’re still working hard training for the marathon. Kris wanted to be part of the fundraising, so I made her flyers a couple of weeks ago to send to her family and friends. She’s already raised $1,000. I can’t believe she did that while still going back and forth to the hospital every week for tests and medication. But then again, I can believe it. She’s a very strong person. She asked me to thank everyone for donating and all the positive mojo. It has really helped keep her going.
Kris just passed her 50th day of treatment. She’s half way there. She has to go back to City of Hope for a few days in May to give her something that will help boost her immune system. Then she’ll wear a pump at home for an additional 10 days to continue to deliver this medication into her. This will help her body fight off any illness as well as any leukemia that might still be in her. She is also having a biopsy on April 28th to see if her transplant is preventing the leukemia from coming back. Keep your fingers crossed!
We have had several requests to set up a Paypal account to receive more donations. Of course, I have no idea how to do that (I’m sure it’s something very simple and I’m just being a lame girl). Wil kept assuring me he would set it up as soon as he finished his book. He’s FINALLY done so now we’re all set. Of course this option does not allow for the tax deduction but if you aren’t concerned with that, then this is for you! We’re more than half way there but could really use your help reaching our $25,000 goal. We only have a couple of weeks left to get our donations in. Skip that Starbucks today and send a few bucks toward a wonderful cause. No matter what you donate, you can be part of helping Kris and so many others.
A note from Wil: I can’t take any credit for the awesome PayPal donation page, because all I did was e-mail my friend Russ and beg him for his help. Thank you, Russ. I owe you one.

About a month ago, I started reading The Biggest Game in Town. After a few pages, a trip to Vegas started looking really good to me. After a few chapters, a trip to Vegas started looking like something I had to do. After about half the book, I was deep in a full-on, hardcore, undeniable Vega$ Lust. It was powerful, man. I’d look at my watch and think, “You know what? If I left right now, I could be in Vegas in four hours!”
I’d often randomly shout out, “Vegas, baby! Vegas!” While puzzled strangers looked on in . . . strange puzzlement, I guess.
Since I was in the middle of the Just A Geek rewrite, It would have been rather irresponsible to go, and the best I could do was watch Swingers, read accounts of other bloggers’ trips to vegas, and play iPoker. Then, when I couldn’t play any more, I read the great poker blogs. Hell, I was even wistfully checking the Vegas moblog at Buzznet several times a day.
Yeah. Lust. Hardcore lust. (Heh. That ought to bring in some interesting google results.)
About two weeks ago, in the midst of The Lust, a WWdN reader sent me a link to this amazing Vegas story written by ESPN.com columnist Bill Simmons.

For me, it isn’t even about Vegas as much anymore. When you hit your 30s, your friends settle in different cities, get hitched, pump out a kid, start working 50-to-60 hours a week … you look up one day and realize you haven’t seen three of your closest buddies in 15 months. Vegas becomes the great equalizer. There’s always that first glorious stretch with everyone sitting at the same blackjack table, throwing down drinks, cracking worn-out jokes and busting chops, when you realize that nothing has changed. Thank God.

It’s a fantastic column, and it could have been written about me and my friends . . . so I’ve totally fallen off the Vegas wagon.
I’m done with the rewrite now, so the big question for me becomes . . . “When can I get away from town for three days in a row, and am I taking my wife, or should I even try to get the guys together for the trip?”
You know what? I think I’m going to write a story about Vegas.
Vegas, baby.
Vegas.