Here I am, after my third cycle of chemo.  Every time has been a different experience.  My friend Marie came to sit with me the first day, and the second day I was on my own for the first time.  It wasn't too bad.  I slept a while, played on the computer, met a nice girl in the room next to me who has some kind of blood cancer, and needs a bone marrow transplant.  She has no family in town.  She seemed very brave.  Maybe I'll see her next time and I can get her name.

Chemo was Thursday and Friday, and Saturday was the worst day so far.  I had horrible stomach cramps and walked around with a trash can.  Now I just want to sleep, but we are going to go for a family walk in a few minutes.  After all the thunder and lighting all week, it's so beautiful today, I just want to be out in it. If I can drag the man away from football and the boy away from video games.

Oh, I had a brain MRI last week to see if we could see any reason for my migraines.  Dr. said it was "all clear in the north 40."  It was certainly a change of pace to get some good news for a change.  I get a PET scan in a few weeks, before the next round of chemo, and we'll see if this poison is doing any good at all.

My uncle has his kidney removed a few days ago because of a tumor. It does not look like he has the same stuff I have, so that's good news.  When he heals from this, he'll have to start dealing with prostate cancer he was diagnosed with. If you can fit in a few extra prayers for him, I would be thankful.

That's all for now.  God is love.