It turns out that a good friend of ours, Jim, not only has my same sort of cancer, but my same oncologist. I get to meet this oncologist at lunchtime, and I meet Jim for coffee in half an hour.
I’m starting to feel normal again, except for the great drowsiness that Ambien brings.
Mockingbird, wish me luck!
(Where does that line come from? I forget.)
white pebble 