So, I went to the oncologist (a truly good, and knowlegable guy) the other day. He had examined my numerous blood samples, bone marrow samples and and bits of lymph nodes. and determined…
Seems he had a good general idea what cocktail he should give me in chemo form, but wants it more exact.
So, it’d back to outpatient for another biopsy! Soon.
Hurry up and wait. Sound familiar?
In my world, my lift chair has given up the ghost. Futile repair is ridiculous, ending ending with finding out that chairs out of warranty bought at Costco are loss leaders, and meant for disposal.
I’m thinking of beginning a Fund-Way sight…
My knees cannot take it, anymore.
(but I’ve been kind occupied…)