Three days of poisons are completed. Cytoxan/fludarabine isn’t nearly as bad as Melfphalan was, but it’s nearly as effective as a weight loss regimen. I never actually barfed, but would have a couple of times if there’d been anything in my stomach. I now have the weekend to try and squeeze in a few calories. Then Monday comes and we enter unknown territory.

Partly out of rebellion I bought Jim Edmond’s RF94 race car. The price was right, it won’t need a lot of work, and the front monoshock and opportunity for left foot braking should put me on a whole new learning curve once the medical issues are settled. I do believe buying the Caldwell helped get me through the transplant. I’m offering a great deal to anyone who wants to buy the Crossle’, its trailer, and a whole bunch of spares and equipment. You should all consider going racing.

If you care, here’s a YouTube link to the final race at Road America a couple of weeks ago. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtrl3O10BW4>

The race earlier in the day was more exciting but my stupid video tech (T.H.) loaded the camera with an almost full memory card and it stopped just before the green flag; I considered firing the tech but I do have a certain feeling for him.