Thursday, March 13, 2025   

     I didn’t go outside in the rain to pick up the daily newspaper.  Most likely it is soaking in the puddles now. This morning, I am reading the current New Yorker with my breakfast.  Maybe I don’t need to continue getting home delivered NYTimes each day. The New Yorker is fabulous.

     This is week two of my monthly chemo cycle. So far 15 infusions of docetaxel. I am tired, my body is itchy, my brain is fuzzy, and I wonder why I am doing this. I forget the reasons of last year’s decisions. I expect this will pass by week three.

     My good friend Ken comes by in his loud ancient yellow truck. He visits monthly.  I suspect he has a list of sick friends he visits regularly. I have known Ken for 55 years, a long time. We talk about what we are reading and then our family adventures.

     I continue to read HEARTWOOD. I so identify with the author about finding meaning in our lives and in our deaths.