Seasonal Affective Disorder has set in, or that’s what I’m blaming. I’m tired of gray skies, rain, and cold. That’s all we’ve had for like two weeks, and it’s not even January yet. Just give me some sun, OK, and we’ll call it even. Because in the immortal words of Augustus McCrae, a man can buy a coat.
PET scan today, in 60 minutes to be precise, to judge efficacy of those six weeks of chemo and radiation. Prayers are appreciated, muchly.