I woke up this morning in North Carolina. I had no idea! What a lovely state of affairs. :D

The iatrogenic suffering has now subsided. I can pee standing up without cursing and moaning, and in normal colors, too! Meanwhile, while I am sure I have excellent doctors, it is strange for me to be on such foreign soil, listening to well-informed dissertations on such things as metastasis and the side-effects of chemotherapy compounds.

I have concluded that being diagnosed with this condition of "cancer" is a little bit like being Jewish. It's something you don't just forget, and even when you put your mind on other things, it always pops up in remindment, a continuous subcurrent and psychic nagging presence.

In any case we are forging ahead; new PET scans and MRI have been requested to determine the boundary conditions.

It's kinda boring, actually, and I think in the future I will talk about something else.

Oy, vey! :D