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Today is G-Ma's birthday--she is 101 today. Tonight she will be feted with a solid dinner--BH is pulling it together since this is his Tuesday family dinner night.

I saw the oncologist--and as expected the news was not good. The treatment should have made the lump go away--and it did not. Most of the lump is still intact--despite the treatment and the other things that I've done. The doctor is starting to talk about chemo--which is not something I look forward to taking. He wants the GI people to take a look though--and see if they can identify what is happening in the colon area that registered on the PET Scan.

Which introduces something else I didn't want to do--a colonoscopy and any residual surgery that needs to be done. Bummer and bummer--I didn't realize how much simpler things were when I only had PD to consider. Now I have PD--and an unknown number of other issues. The strange part is that I don't feel much of anything happening--I just keep cruising along, singing a song, and waiting for the next shoe to drop.

Meanwhile, I dance, box, eat, and keep on keeping on--as the clock keeps ticking and everything rolls along. I keep rolling--keep on rolling.