I talked with Lu earlier this evening. He's completed the latest chemotherapy treatment, and he's about to undergo more medical treatment to help rebuild his white cell count. He's a little weak, obviously, but he's in good spirits.
He has a rather novel way of psyching himself up. He's decided to call his disease Sidney. He tells me that every night before he falls asleep, he looks at the empty chair across the room, imagines he can see Sidney sitting there, and says "F*** you, Sidney!"
