Sweet Sixteen

Today was chemo marathon day and everything that goes with it, including extensive blood work yesterday. My CA-125 is 16! Well within normal range! I know it’s not a definitive test, but it makes me very happy. Mondays tend to be good days, so after having blood work done Jerry and I went to a matinee. Black Panther was great! Then we came home and reheated lasagne I made a couple days ago. It was yummy and we had a Ravenswood Zinfandel with it. I tend to steer away from Ravenswood, but it recently got a good write up and this one was from Lodi, so gave it a chance. Inexpensive and delicious. Tonight we are going to dinner with neighbors Ray and Irene. I have not told them yet about the cancer, so tonight will be the night. But I look and feel good so it shouldn’t be much of a jolt. Despite being wired I am also tired, so going to try to take a nap.

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