Friday, March 22, 2024

     I wake up worrying about MY CHART, a record of my treatment issues for the last three years. Now the chart is cluttered with misinformation. Sigh.  I have unsuccessfully asked the doctors to clean it up. They are too busy taking care of me rather than the portal. The infusion center has a different portal with little information. I am sure I will figure it all out sometime.

     We watch the first episode of GIRLS ON THE BUS. Too clichéd and poorly done. My east coast daughter is visiting for the weekend.

     The personal librarian arrives with a bag of new books for me.  Just in time. The old books are ready to go back to the library.

     My mail box is still standing.  The dog is still barking. I am coming out of the chemo fog and life is getting better.