I wonder if I could trade places with this lizard. He looks healthy.
I am weary. I feel weak. We went to the doctor this morning, I’ve had my cigar, and now I have to get ready for our daily trip to JFK Hospital. Yesterday we went all the way out there, only to be told the radiology machine wasn’t working, we might as well go home. I do hope it’s working today.
Chemotherapy continues, and then there’ll be a spot of immunotherapy (whatever that is), and after that, probably some surgery. Not exactly anything to look forward to.
I thank all of you who have offered up prayers on our behalf. Patty’s as worn-out as I am: she does all the driving, my car having given up the ghost.
Maybe tomorrow I can write up Tampon Tim’s so-called pheasant-shooting adventure.
And Utah’s scheme for guaranteed college admissions for all and sundry.That ought to be a sure-fire winner.
Pray for our country, too.
I think I’ll have some fruit gels.