We’re driving to Texas. The car is loaded with “stuff” … for a week, for months. We’ve never learned the art of packing light. Poor Anne… She’s going to think we’ve moved in for life when we arrive later on this afternoon.
i have appointments at Anderson tomorrow and Thursday. Then, the schedule is blank. Based on the records and DVDs of the the PET and CT scans and the tests they do themselves (which includes a repeat endoscopy) they’ll come up with a treatment plan and meet with us to talk.
Things going right…everything ..no flat tires, no traffic, gorgeous day to drive . I did have my meltdown just before we closed up the house. Just cried and cried. I love my life in Florida and all of a sudden I got scared that I might not get back to it. Stopped sniffling by the time we left Venice. Poor Jerry…I’m going to owe him big time when this is all over.