am back in Tennessee for another two weeks of treatment. It was hard
to come back. Being home for Christmas was wonderful and Detroit had
itsfirst real snow in a decade -- two feet that stayed almost three
weeks! But this doctor offers me my best chance so I'm back.
We got good news the first day. The MRI showed that the cavity from
which the tumor was taken is 50% smaller than before and that the ridge
around it has thinned. There is no continuing evidence of cancer. Of
course, pockets of cancer can be too small to pick up on the MRI but
this is very good news.
Tuesday when I went back in for treatment, I had a sorry twist on the
scare I got the very first day last time. This time I also fainted four
times, but each time I threw up first. No one is quite sure why. (Reviving
was less confusing this time because I now recognize and cherish the
faces of the staff.)
I'd be glad for prayers. I get to go home again at the end of this month.
But right now I am totally wrung out -- it has been hard to keep anything
down and to sleep. I'm afraid I'm getting phobic of the clinic itself
-- fluorescent lights, no windows, blood in all the tubes. I know it
would be easier if I felt better.
I had a sinus infection when I arrived which hasn't helped. Meanwhile
Bill and the kids are wonderful. Lydia and Lucy auditioned for a musical
presentation of Jack in the Beanstalk and will be performing in it through
March, April and May. It's Lydia's third season and she is delighted
to be cast as Jack. Lucy's taking skating lessons. Bill is in full swirl
at SCUPE now that the students have arrived so he is juggling trips
to Chicago and caring for us. So far all is very good. Thanks for your
attention and concern. These are very strange days for us.