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Started treatment regime today--and it took all morning and into the lunch hour. Wasn't much to do but sit back in a recliner chair--and watch the s-l-o-w drip of the medication followed by a bag of iron-laced solution. There was a woman there that I just figured out where I had seen her--she works at the dollar store in the shopping center. Small world--and yet so big!

There was about nine of us in the chairs--each with our own special cocktail dripping into our veins. Depressing situation in that you can hear everyone's conditions--like the guy who has to come everyday because he has multiple tumors in his brain. Several people had permanent shunts for getting their dosages--since they come so frequently.

Just went into a fog--as dinner was being prepared. I'm still feeling OK--starting to feel a little tired. Have nothing planned for tomorrow--can sleep in if need be. I'm feeling clear--as if my windshield has been purged and I'm seeing everything in brightness and light.

BH is turning into a very verbal kid--a loud verbal kid.

I don't think I'm getting any reactions to today's infusions--will see how I sleep after being infused.

The oncologist prompted me to get in touch with the gastrointestinal people--about scheduling a colonoscopy or such because of the PET scam results and the leaky cecum. More medical moments--fewer dances. But I need to bite the bullet and get it done--take a look and see what I need to see.