I have to trust anything named da Vinci. It's in my blood or something. Thanks to Rapp for echoing my immortal prose here from there. It's not that I don't care about Mom, it's just I get addlepated and don't realize how long its been since I visited her sacred temple. Imagine! A whole page of Mom posts without my name on it. It's disgraceful, as The Orange One would say. Also, "No collusion!". Don't get me started.

Seriously, I have been on a clinical trial routine of chemotherapy combining cisplatin and gemcitabine (something like that) with a an immune system stimulant designed to make the body's own immune system recognize cancer cells and take them out. Anything to help move science forward, especially when so many are trying to move it backwards. Spare me from idiocy. So now, with the chemo behind me, they want to take the bladder out altogether to ensure no sneaky cancer cells pop back into play. Such tsuris. Surgery is on the 8th instant. Will advise.