Friday night

Sorry for the delay in posting CT scan results: Dr. R said "Great scan!" and gave me orders to "Go have some fun!"

Good news. I am just at the very beginning of feeling more comfortable "post treatment." I think there must be a bell-shaped curve of feelings that now heads upward toward hope and optimism following "Great scan" news and should peak in about 3 months and then should start winding down as I head toward the next CT scan in 6 months and anxiety grows. But - who cares for now. I'm on the upswing. Still bald as a fuzzy cue ball, and as tired as if I had walked 20 miles at the end of every day. But spring is springing, it's supposed to be high 70's tomorrow, the park calls to Jessie and me and I have hope.

I see my new primary care doctor on Monday morning, Dr. T. I see the gyno oncologist, Dr. M, a week from Monday. And then as far as I know, no medical appointments whatsoever until I see Dr. R at the end of July. About then it will be time for my annual mammogram - geez, it never stops, does it?

More tomorrow after the park and - if I can get up early enough - the sunrise.

Peace. On earth. In our solar system. Galaxy. Universe. And beyond.