Buddhist monk Ajahn Brahm is the author of a book of 108 stories titled, "Who Ordered this Truckload of Dung?" Haven't read the book, but love the title.
In the past few weeks, the loads have been coming steadily.
"Did you order this?" Rich asks, as the day ends with another fresh delivery.
"No, did you?" I ask.
But the good news is: The pile is getting smaller. Or -- we are getting bigger shovels and stronger backs.
Where we are: Day 9 of Rich's "Sutent" trial (or trail, equally descriptive). Thus far, the side effects are predictable. Mouth sores, mild headache, foot reddening/blistering. Baking soda rinses help with the mouth issues, and udder balm with the feet. (For urban readers: udder balm is exactly as it sounds. For cows. But works for human parts, too).
Next Thursday and Friday we return to NYC to check in at Sloan Kettering. Also next week, Rich has an MRI scan -- pending insurance authorization -- to check on the progress of the chordoma.
Rich is still going to work. We are still drinking wine at dinner. We are still shoveling.
A good weekend to all,
Candace
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