07 September 2007: I'm doning my B-17 shirt in honor of a chemo infusion of Carboplatin today.
We will drop a load of heavy impact bombs on the tumor, even though I anticipate the tumor
to have returned to the pit from which it came, based upon my chat with the radiologist last week.
9:30 am: chemo man arrives at Dr. Stark-Vance's office, equipped with MRI film, prayer pager, a notebook,
non-fiction novel, a gift pillow and a complete lack of photographic skill.
Here are Corey and Tanja, who met in a movie theatre. Just being around them makes me feel younger.
Balinda and son Curtis are all smiles, and why not, when you realize that you are not in this all alone! Curtis will soon be a DPS cop.
Confidence and wisdom flow freely from Dorris and Jerre. It is written all over their faces.
Jerre is a radiologist and Dorris is a school teacher.
The Queen bee arrives. Her comittment to helping the good guys (patients) and killing the bad guys (tumors) is felt
with every word she speaks and every action she takes on our behalf.
Natasha is one of several medical angels on Dr. Stark-Vances's staff.
She shuns the spotlight, but their is no reason to hide a light under a basket.
Jennifer tries to sache out of the room unnoticed, but the camera catches her anyway.