Something tells me that the warmth and joy expressed in Charles Schultz's book, "Happiness is a Warm Puppy" is lost in my title. Radiation might indeed be "warm" but it's not exactly the puppy lov'n kind of warmth one might expect.
I was informed yesterday at the meeting with the Radiologist that the kind of radiation I was put through was, "One of the roughest we do here." Oh... great. (This might also explain the glowing at night and/ or the low platelet count.)
Anyway, they poked me and prodded me yesterday and looked me over and said, "You are looking good!" Patted me on the head, told me to gain weight and sent me home. (With blessing to go on a road trip in the middle of the month.)
Lisa is at the women's retreat this weekend so I'm not quite sure what my weekend will look like. It's all the excitement of being a bachelor again, only the fridge will be better stocked. (And I won't feel bad about taking in too many Calories as I need them.)
Oh and thanks to the people who have volunteered some of their daily Calorie intake for my sake. Not sure we can share that but thanks for the offer non-the-less.
Thanks as well for the continued prayers.
~B.