Friday, March 13, 2009

A night on the town

Good morning! Yes, I received another nasty gram for not writing yesterday morning. It was not that I did not want to. On Wednesday evening I received a call from one of the neuroblastoma investigators that was in town for the COG meeting. I ended up grabbing a coat and heading out in the rain. I met them for dinner and, the next thing I knew, it was nearly 1:00 AM before my head was hitting the pillow. Suffice it to say, I am not used to keeping those hours. My schedule was a bit disturbed.

Although most of our talk was about neuroblastoma and many of the exciting new research discoveries, there was also quite a bit of time when we were playing games. Yes, you heard me. How nerdy am I? I must admit, it was a bit strange but there I found myself playing Password in the middle of a restaurant with some of the biggest brains in neuroblastoma research. I can't say that I have ever done that before. That was certainly a new one for me. Thankfully, I was pretty good and spared myself from being the fool. However, I am still thinking of a good way to describe the word 'utopia'.

After dinner and games it was time to head back to the hotel. We spent several hours chatting about everything neuroblastoma under the moon. New discoveries, new research, new priorities - it was like Mecca for me. Truth be told, I could have stayed there and chatted for days. I don't know what that really says about me. Perhaps, I am a little obsessive about this whole cancer thing. None the less, I continue to find it fascinating. I am amazed by the opportunities and love the challenge of trying to help find the answers. There is so much on the horizon.

So, to make a long story short, I was not up as early yesterday morning as I usually am. I simply did not have the opportunity to write in my diary. As soon as my body was back in a vertical position, it was all about getting the twerp brigade dressed and off to school. That was then followed by a trip to the dentist in which a received a stern lecture about not flossing enough. After that it was back to the grind and a race to get a series of articles out and begin setting up online registration for the CNCF conference.

It was an extremely busy day of not writing in my diary.

The day following a night of purpose is often chaotic.

1 comment:

Katherine Luquette (Erin Buenger's Aunt) said...

A good way to describe the word 'utopia' - a perfect world (you know, one without neuroblastoma).