Round 7:

Well, here we are. End of the seven...and it looks like Nancy will be doing another treatment. Her numbers did not drop "any" as we both were hoping. So, she did the treatment and of course "Connie" was not available to do the IV and she had to settle for 2nd level. I will defer from using the term "2nd best" 'cuz there was no best. The nurse (from Nova Scotia) tried on vein that was too close to her knuckle on the "pointing finger" and Nancy said it hurt really bad. It left a really big bruise and it had some swelling. From the input of another nurse she should not have used the vein up that high. She needs an ass kickin' from me on that part. I will say that she only had to do this "3 times!" which is considerably better than the others. Nancy had to spend the entire day up there (9:am-3:30p) with me since Staci wasn't able to make it. Of course she could handle that. I'm really quite a conversationalist. We didn't do lunch. We went to Jimmy's Egg around 8:a and had a really great breakfast. We haven't done that in a long, long time. We used to go there every Sund. morning back when and read the paper, eat omelettes and drink a pot of coffee. Later on we would each do our own workout. Interesting to think back about the many things that a couple does and then goes on to do other things. We would do this same regimen back from '00-'03 at Panera. Only then it was bagels and coffee, then read the Sund. paper.

But the day was somewhat uneventful. As always we watched the many peeps come and go. There was one lady that was next to us that was by herself (as a lot are) and she was somewhat confused about several things. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to come there that day. Kinda sad to see that a lot of the really elderly peeps don't really have much of a support group to help them through all this crap.

That's why I try to be a good boy and do as much as I possibly can. I have and have neva had any problems w/going to these things. Afterall, I just watch and don't have to truly experience all of the ordeal. I don't have the thoughts of my own death always lurking in the background. And I know that's the case...I just cannot see it not being that way.

I hope you not bored w/my ramblings (like I really give a damn) and will include a pic that Nancy had stuck in a frame from a few years back....maybe .....like 10yrs back? It's very self evident since I've actually got hair (no, I am not bald) and I hadn't started completely shaving my chest so I know it's been awhile.

If you're someone that's reading all of this....thanks for stopping by and thanks for reading/listening.

As always, mucho love,

Roger