Sunday Nov 1st

It's Sunday, the day after Cachao (my grandson) turned 3 years old, the morning after Halloween. We actually got a few trick-or-treaters last night. We're going to drive down to the shore later this morning. I want to smell the ocean. We may stop by Mystic Seaport, one of my favorite places since I took sailing classes there a few years ago, and then became a volunteer. Haven't been there much this year; to the extent I've had time and energy, it's been focused on working on my little wooden boat-shaped-object.

My appointment with the oncologist is for 12:30 pm tomorrow. At some point I will post an update about what I learn there - not sure how I'll feel, hearing the details, but I'll definitely share the news when I feel up to it. He told me on Thursday that he wanted to start the treatments in "a couple of weeks" so I'm assuming that next week will still be treatment-free. It seems obvious, but I'm torn between wanting to savor every last day, hour, moment before this "treatment" stuff starts - and wanting to just get on with it. Apart from the general dread of what's involved, I guess the thing on my mind is how I'm going to be able to handle working during the treatment process I expect to talk to the doctor about it tomorrow. My impression so far is that he is pretty conservative about it - not wanting me to go back to work, although it did sound like he might approve my working from home.

Overall I'm feeling pretty good and generally positive this morning. Perhaps I should change the name of this Blog to "I'm Not DONE Yet" because I am not done. There are many many things I want and intend to do with my life. Starting with taking that ride down to the shore to breathe in that salty ocean smell and feel alive.