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My knees are the embodiment of death. a 7-hour rehearsal (fun though it may have been) followed by a trip to an ICU with no chairs next to the bed, followed by a concert of the Brahms Requiem (best yet, by the way; such a gorgeous piece, and I managed not to cry) is the ow. However, there was a little adventure. Corita brought me home (after I asked Salad, who said that they were going out, but that he could take me home after, and winked suggestively as is his wont). Mama called right as we hit the driveway, saying the van stopped on the way back from the hospital and they were stuck on Main right before the turn to Sunset. I ended up driving Andy's company van over there, which was interesting without a rearview mirror, to push the car the rest of the way home. That was fun.
They said Grandjo's doing okay, about as well by my guess as she was when I was there. It's probably estrogen-based cancer, which is the kind they don't have to do chemo or radiation for, and it's the least threatening kind to have. So, biopsy tomorrow and hopefully a tap of the fluid in her lung cavity so she can get off the ventilator. That would be good. She doesn't like the tube, and it was pretty weird to see her all wired up like that.
Meanwhile, I need to give Ben and Bryan their comp tickets for tomorrow's matinee, and I've been invited by numerous cast members to the strike party of Rhinoceros. We'll see. Trevor offered me a back massage, which I could desperately use, but I really don't feel like going to an insane Rice Theater party, even if it is at Dan's house.
They said Grandjo's doing okay, about as well by my guess as she was when I was there. It's probably estrogen-based cancer, which is the kind they don't have to do chemo or radiation for, and it's the least threatening kind to have. So, biopsy tomorrow and hopefully a tap of the fluid in her lung cavity so she can get off the ventilator. That would be good. She doesn't like the tube, and it was pretty weird to see her all wired up like that.
Meanwhile, I need to give Ben and Bryan their comp tickets for tomorrow's matinee, and I've been invited by numerous cast members to the strike party of Rhinoceros. We'll see. Trevor offered me a back massage, which I could desperately use, but I really don't feel like going to an insane Rice Theater party, even if it is at Dan's house.