I am glad to report that all is going well. I have officially begun the second phase of the mobilization process, which includes giving myself Neupogen shots and taking my antibiotic and anti-fungal medicines. Also during this time the doctors have informed me that my blood counts will continue to drop and possibly bottom out on Monday, making me Neutropenic. Since I will be at such a higher risk for infection, I have decided to stay close to the apartment. This will give Ann and the girls some much needed Mommy and Daughter time.
Last night I had a bright idea of walking to the end of the street to watch the Navy Pier fireworks. As we were leaving our building, I asked the gentleman at the front desk if he had any recommendations for a good spot to watch the fireworks. He suggested walking to the end of our road and setting up camp in a grassy area in front of the neighboring apartment building. Making our way toward the recommended location it felt like a perfect night for watching fireworks. We quickly located the grassy area, sat down, and watched as the boats on the lake jockeyed for their spot to view the upcoming firework display. While all this was going on and we were settling into our perfect spot, Ann had made the comment that we would most likely be told to stay off the grass. It was just about that time that I noticed a silhouette of a man carrying a flashlight approaching from the shadows of the apartment building. We had been caught! I could not believe they were actually going to kick us off the grass. With every step the man took toward us I could feel my defiant nature growing. This was going to be a matter of principle. In an area that has so few grassy areas they should be enjoyed by all; not simply admired from afar. As I played the scenario out in my head, I kept coming to one conclusion that ended with me laying in the fetal position on the sidewalk surrounded by a cloud of pepper-spray.
Now the security guard was upon us giving us the "Stay off the Grass" speech. I still was not sure how to handle this situation. I did know that a man with a suppressed immune system should not be getting pepper-sprayed or spending a night in the Cook County jail. In an effort to stall, I took a long drink from the Pepsi I had with me. My attempt to rationalize with the security guard resulted in me trying to explain where we were staying and this spot had actually been recommended by the doorman from our building. My pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears and the security guard just kept repeating, "You just can't be on the grass. I don't care where you sit, just not on the grass." I could see that the man was merely giving me his standard orders and he was not even listening to what I was saying. So I did what I hope anyone would do. I had my family move to the sidewalk only inches from the building's precious grass.
Finally, the fireworks were underway. Crisis adverted. We were now enjoying a wonderful display of fireworks. The girls were oohing, aahing and discussing their favorite fireworks. I, however, could not help but notice that we were being constantly watched by security.
All in all, another lasting memory has been created. It will always be nice to look back on the night we sat on a sidewalk in Chicago and watched the fireworks.