Thursday, August 10, 2023

The painful procedure is quick.  No cancer found.  Now to plan B, three weekly immunotherapies with BCG starting again in September. The doctor says I am a trooper. Now time for a nap. Many naps.  My poor bladder is beaten.

The scarlet eucalyptus tree near Stoke adobe has startling bright flowers. The Mexican sage plants near Hartnell building are tired and dusty. I put away the outdoor chair cushions in anticipation of the forecast of possible rain.

I am continuing to read SNOW by John Banville but first a nap.

Actually, all I want to do today is take naps.