Good Report Today

I had a good visit at the oncologist today. All of the lab results are back from all the various and sundry tests that I had in July, and there were no surprises. No evidence of any cancer except for the tumor that we found one month ago. I just have one tumor to beat, and that is what I am going to do. It is a relief to know that we are not chasing rogue cancer cells distributed all over my large and beautiful self.

There is also going to be an overhaul of my medications -- less of most everything starting after tomorrow's chemotherapy. That too is a good thing. I like minimalist drug taking.

I would like to thank my wife, Susan, for sitting through the doctor's visit with me. She seemed to be very relieved at all the news, and I'm glad she went. She puts up with a lot, because the tumor sometimes makes me impatient and insensitive. I know it's the tumor -- I would never behave that way on my own.

In other news, a gentleman from church has greatly improved the performance of my 27 year old riding lawnmower. I still think the engine has cancer, but it runs better than I do.

Tomorrow is chemotherapy session number two. It should last about 6 to 8 hours. I am hoping for no reactions. I am taking my laptop and a stack of new books so I can work during the dripping. They have wireless internet at the doctor's office, and I asked for a table to work at rather than for a comfy chair. It's great to think that I won't just be wasting time looking at a TV in the infusion room.

I have such a great job now. I get to do lots of new and interesting stuff that challenges my creativity, my analytical skills, and my organizational skills. Tomorrow is one of those days when I am just going to do interesting stuff!

My little sister also sent me fascinating book to read. It's about music and the brain. It's the perfect book for me -- and I can't wait to read it.

God is so good to me. I lack for nothing. So many wonderful people ask about me, talk to me, and give me their support and prayers on a daily basis. I have no idea why. I don't deserve it, but I really do appreciate it.

Apparently, one of the side-effects of chemotherapy is lots of tears in my eyes at some really inopportune moments.

Check back tomorrow. If I get bored, I'll blog about the sound of dripping medicine flowing into my arm.