Remember the fable of the Tortoise and the Hare? Well, that’s what I’m feeling, when Thursday, I was back in the race haunting the old familiar chemo halls to get my antibody infusion, which will go on until late September. No more chemo boards, ringing bells, and Dancing Queen this time, I’m afraid. The nurses… Continue reading Saving A Turtle Or Two

Before I can say: chemo, been there, done that–not so fast, there’s the matter of healing. Things are on rewind, if not slow motion, in that department. Chemo hit me so hard; I didn’t even know what a blow it was. Here it’s three weeks from my last treatment, and I’m still not my old… Continue reading Leave It To Beaver Reruns