Jack of Harts

Wednesday was cancer treatment day, as usual per the last months. The not-chemo infusions are down to once a month now, but the blood draws and the hospital visits are still every week. The doctors want to make certain that the oral not-chemo is working and that the various bodily organs aren’t shutting down in protest over all the crazy going on. Good news. They aren’t. The body is responding like a champ and cleaning out the nasty dead stuff the treatments are targeting very happily. Bad news. None that the doctors can see. Treatment is going along well, and they are looking forward to the next three months of treatment to verify that all is going well, and then six more months of maintenance treatment to make certain it is gone. Cancer sucks, but thank God for the Mayo Clinic. They are making things good.