The CT scan is now history. I’ll learn the results next week, which (of course) I’ll post. This test will show if the daily chemo regimen is working. (The scan went well, the worst part is drinking the contrast liquid beforehand. The IV isn’t much fun, either, but that’s easier than drinking the 2 containers of that slick, slippery, sweetish, thicker-than-milk-but thinner-than-a-milkshake goo. Awful stuff.) Keep your fingers crossed, y’all. If the daily chemo is not working, then I’ll have to make arrangements to become a guinea pig for Duke or UNC hospital. If it is working, then I guess I continue taking the Tablets O’ Gold for the rest of my life. Happily.

I’m still doing OK; although I’m tired all the time now. Resting is my new hobby. I can’t breathe if I walk and talk at the same time, and I can certainly tell when the air quality is a Code Orange! On these extremely hot and humid summer days, I have real trouble breathing. I can’t carry much over a pound without it being a struggle, so I employ others to fetch and carry when I can. (My lazy dog is no good for that. I’ve tried.) My appetite is still OK, although sausage and pizza have completely lost their appeal. Come to think of it, I have not had any dark chocolate in days. (Oh, how the mighty have fallen!) Saltine crackers with peanut butter are very appealing, and have been a staple for me lately. I’m always up for some good egg drop soup as well. Sometimes I think I’m very hungry, but then only eat a small portion of what’s on the plate. Other times, I can eat an adult-sized plateful. I just never know what to expect.

I know I can expect y’all to be right here with me, pulling me through the days. All the prayers, happy thoughts, cards, letters, food, jokes, flowers, balloons—all of it—go such a long way in keeping me sane(ish) and moving forward. Thank you. And you, over there in the corner, thank you too.