55 Miles North

Dear Friends,

In a couple of hours we will be leaving for New York. Not quite New York, but 55 miles north, where we will be staying at a bed and breakfast, and then taking a train into the city for Rich's appointment on Friday.

The proprietors of the B&B have a question on their reservation form. "Why are you visiting?" The choices: Business. Pleasure. Honeymoon. I leave this blank.

Rich is ready. He has his notes, he has done the research. He will be the third person to take "Sutent" for chordoma treatment. We don't know if it will reduce the tumor. We don't know how sick he will be from the drug. We don't know if and when surgery will happen. We don't know how fast the tumor will move.

"What will become of me?" Rich wondered last night. "What will become of you?"

To this, I have no answer. I want other options.

Candace