Great Article on Jon Lester
Courtesy of the Seattle Public Intelligencer(or whateverthefuck it's called). There's a few things that stick out to me in this article.
The next day, the Red Sox flew to Oakland, where Lester was supposed to get the first start of the series. Lester and his parents flew to Boston for further tests at Massachusetts General.
Some of the leading specialists in the world work there, and several tended to Lester, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with him. When they came back with the results, Lester was in a room by himself, his parents en route to the hospital.
"Wait until we get there," they told their son.
"I want to know now," Lester said.
So while they were in the back seat of a cab, from a speaker phone, Lester's parents heard the word: "Lymphoma."
"There was dead silence," John Lester said.
That paragraph gave me chills. More of like, just imagining the whole thing just....*chills* Also, apparently he knew he had lymphoma two days beforehand but the official diagnosis wasn't until the day that we all found out.
In late November after his fourth treatment, a CT scan was taken to determine if Lester was "cancer-free." If so, he would need only two more sessions. If not, four more.
When the results came back, a doctor popped his head through the doorway and said what the Lesters had been hoping to hear -- the CT scan was clear, two more to go.
The first person he called with the good news was his manager.
"I'll call you right back," Francona said.
He wasn't busy and didn't have someone on hold. It broke him up so much that he couldn't talk. Francona was at baseball's winter meetings in Lake Buena Vista, Fla.
"(That's) probably the most important thing that could happen down here," Francona said at the time. "So, from where I sit, the meetings are already a success."
I love Tito. That is all. And for some reason I love it more when he gets all verklempt. :) And finally--
It's already back to normal in cyberspace, where John Lester spotted two brutal posts from Yankees fans.
Said one: "--Cancer, schmancer. Throw more strikes. If you can't throw more strikes, go back and get some more chemo."
Said the other: "Cancer? Too bad. You're still gonna get second place."
Jonathan doesn't read that stuff and tells his mom not to either. Maybe he should also tell his dad.
I hate some people. They deserve to be castrated bigtime.
ANd yes, I am still waiting in teh dreaded VWR
The next day, the Red Sox flew to Oakland, where Lester was supposed to get the first start of the series. Lester and his parents flew to Boston for further tests at Massachusetts General.
Some of the leading specialists in the world work there, and several tended to Lester, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with him. When they came back with the results, Lester was in a room by himself, his parents en route to the hospital.
"Wait until we get there," they told their son.
"I want to know now," Lester said.
So while they were in the back seat of a cab, from a speaker phone, Lester's parents heard the word: "Lymphoma."
"There was dead silence," John Lester said.
That paragraph gave me chills. More of like, just imagining the whole thing just....*chills* Also, apparently he knew he had lymphoma two days beforehand but the official diagnosis wasn't until the day that we all found out.
In late November after his fourth treatment, a CT scan was taken to determine if Lester was "cancer-free." If so, he would need only two more sessions. If not, four more.
When the results came back, a doctor popped his head through the doorway and said what the Lesters had been hoping to hear -- the CT scan was clear, two more to go.
The first person he called with the good news was his manager.
"I'll call you right back," Francona said.
He wasn't busy and didn't have someone on hold. It broke him up so much that he couldn't talk. Francona was at baseball's winter meetings in Lake Buena Vista, Fla.
"(That's) probably the most important thing that could happen down here," Francona said at the time. "So, from where I sit, the meetings are already a success."
I love Tito. That is all. And for some reason I love it more when he gets all verklempt. :) And finally--
It's already back to normal in cyberspace, where John Lester spotted two brutal posts from Yankees fans.
Said one: "--Cancer, schmancer. Throw more strikes. If you can't throw more strikes, go back and get some more chemo."
Said the other: "Cancer? Too bad. You're still gonna get second place."
Jonathan doesn't read that stuff and tells his mom not to either. Maybe he should also tell his dad.
I hate some people. They deserve to be castrated bigtime.
ANd yes, I am still waiting in teh dreaded VWR