It's been a long haul. Let's see - a week of radiation followed by a stem cell transplant. Two weeks in the hospital. Almost two weeks home now. Whew! You know, the radiation treatments were two hours a session, twice a day, for four days. I was in and out of that claustrophobia-inducing gadget more than a drunken rabbit on a viagra overdose. Machine with which I had an intimate relationship. Then I was admitted to the hospital because I had a fever. The doctors were worried about infection. Little did I know I'd be there for two weeks. Too much time in a hospital can play tricks on your mind. For example, I kept wanting to call the disembodied voice at the other end of the call-button "Base Commander". Must have been the drugs - or that I'd loaded up on several seasons of Battlestar Galactica before my stay. I resisted the urge. And I loved it when the nurse would come around at 11pm after I'd fallen into a deep sleep at 8pm to tel...