Just finished (if you want to call it that) a meal at The Hill Tavern. Tom had the Cubana and I had half of a pulled pork sandwich. Couldn't finish the other half OR the salad. (Finished the Guinness, though!)Tom wanted fried food and beer and something different than The Phoenicia where we usually eat when we're here.

A rather full, exhausting day. Took the T from North Station to Dr. Zeitels' office -- actually less walking than the Partners bus as the Blue Line ends at Bowdoin Square, right in front of the building the Voice Center is in. And for the first time ever, we had to wait...and wait... Didn't see Dr. Z until about an hour after we were scheduled. Took more pics down Tom's nostril -- and Dr. Z is very pleased with what he saw. Not only is the area where he took the cancer last October looking really really good, but the cancer on the left vocal fold, while it HAS grown through all this postponement, has grown OUT, not into tissue. So Tom's in good shape for tomorrow morning.

And the Partners shuttle dropped us off right at the door of Mass Eye and Ear for Tom's CT scan, even though officially he should have dropped us a bit further away at Yawkey -- it was on the driver's way home. And after the scan, he got a wheelchair ride through the back catacombs over to Eat Street in Mass General's basement. By this time it was after 2:30 and breakfast had long since worn off. So Tom got his coffee. Then on through the maze at Mass General to get some blood work done.

Then we went back to the main desk and found out where they had Kendall stashed. Made our way up to his room and got to spend a few minutes with Kendall and Jacqui. Kendall's looking good (they got the tube out!) and SOUNDING a lot better than he has in a long time.

We finally got over to the hotel by around 4:30. It was great to get outside -- it was so hot in the hospital, even without my jacket which I took off at every opportunity. (But we were shlepping jackets, small suitcase, my purse, his cane, etcet etcet -- and I had to push his wheelchair after we got to Mass General proper. And I don't have a license to drive one of those things. (Warned people -- managed not to kill anybody.)

I'm tired. I think Tom is, too. And he has to be at the hospital at 6 tomorrow morning.

Linn