"Hurricane Sally! You know you've got to slow your top speeds down."
A third tropical storm glanced past New Orleans, where my Alex is just trying to take classes from a distance. Not bothering anyone. As far as we know.
We took her back to school last month, to a new apartment with most of our old living room furniture. CoVid home renovation backlog means that our new living room furniture could be still a few months. Add three more weeks for the cats to destroy the new couch, and a week after that for me to find a place to leave one or both of them far far away where they will never find us again*, and we are at Christmas. Time goes so fast.
Abby was seriously considering college in Portland, and got accepted to Lewis & Clark before ultimately deciding last year on Trinity. So, we almost sent both twins to live in separate matryoshka stacking disaster dolls. Rampant wildfires / hurricanes inside a global pandemic inside a world being destroyed by cheeto Voldemort. Have to say I am done with 2020.
Starting round 10 of max bonus chemo tonight. Have a finish line in sight - at least for the Chemo - Sunday, November 15, 2020 is my last dose. For those of you keeping count at home. And who, like me, have created a color-coded spreadsheet to track the all-powerful Temodar, the Chemo Seer. November 15th will be my 60th dose over 12 months of the bonus chemo, totaling 79.3 pounds of poison. Though that doesn't look exactly right. Might be closer to 100 pounds.
Saw the doctor today and reviewed my last MRI. We seem to be in a phase of "examine the spots." I had three spots last time. One is gone, one is getting smaller (mostly gone), and one is getting larger. Seemingly all three Goldilocks outcomes at once. The one getting larger can mean anything from nothing at all to something. And Dr. V was characteristically circumspect on what he thinks. So I am getting another MRI next month, I think moving up a Tesla or 2. And then, nothing. Or something, whatever that looks like.
All you want to do is rain and blow, Sally! Rain, Sally, Rain!
*to be fair, the girl cat could "Incredible Journey" her way home, but the orange boy cat has no chance. And Elsie don't take no passengers.
At any family event, if there's a DJ, my girls ask him/her (there are female DJs people!) to play "Mustang Sally" for their mom. Wicked Wilson Pickett!! Best dance song ever. My daughter--who has several cats--says there is stuff you can spray on the furniture to keep the cats from destroying it. We had a wonderful cat once called Frankie. Best cat ever. But he clawed up my favorite sofa...I still loved him. Hang in there friend.
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