Tasha Pohrt: a loving and wise young woman

with Gavin Morgan

Tasha Pohrt: The Early Years

Tasha Pohrt: One day after her arrival in the family (with Tanya Pohrt)

Tanya Pohrt: The Early Years (with Dad)

Tanya Pohrt, PhD (Art History)

Exiting the Hotel Karma

A few days ago I had a seizure that the doctors discovered was due to three small brain tumors. I decided to end this blog--to exit the Hotel Karma (at least for the time being)--while I'm still in sound body and mind. I plan on being in sound body and mind for a while yet, but you never know.

This blog is dedicated to Natalie Margaret Binkowski, Maxwell Karl Binkowski and Gavin Elijah Morgan, my beloved grandchildren.

                                                          Manali, 1994

It is finished in beauty

It is finished in beauty

                                       -Dine

Biopsy

Do you remember the noninvasive medical instruments the doctors in Star Trek used to heal terrible wounds and cure nasty alien diseases? As I recall, they were small machines that hummed as they moved across the sites of grave bodily damage. After a few minutes, you were good to go. I want one.


I’m thinking about this benign technology as I am preparing for a liver biopsy this week, worried that huge needles might pith me like one of the hapless frogs in my high school biology class. Admittedly I have worked myself into a state of high anxiety, but it occurred to me that it is quite reasonable to ask, hey, is this really such a good idea?

A Short Reprieve

This week I returned to the National Institute of Health for a series of exams to determine if my illness is still stable. It is not, and since the treatment isn't working, I'm no longer in the clinical trial. It was a short reprieve, but I feel the doctors in Bethesda did their best.

None the less, I'm pleased that spring has finally arrived. One of my children is getting her PhD later this month, and my family plans to all get together to celebrate her achievement.