Well, after a nice long break at home, I’m back at Presby.

Before coming here, I had to stop at the “bank”, and make another “deposit”. I am as yet undecided if I should post the experience. I probably end up posting it, but if you wanna hear about it, contact me and tell me. If enough people ask I’ll talk about it. It’s a pretty funny story…just…super awkward. As per usual, I guess.

So far, things are pretty normal. They took the extensions off my PICC line, so now that’s not a constant annoyance. Just had an echocardiagram done, and I was told I have “great anatomy”. It’s supposed to take ~30 minutes, I was done in like 14. So, once again, my heart proves to be a strong, stubborn thing that cares not for the poisons being dumped into it.

That’s a good thing, I think.

Next up, getting a chest cat scan to check and see if there’s a reason for my shortness of breath. So far, my lungs sound good to everyone that’s listened, and it’s not like it’s “weird”, necessarily, for me to be short of breath. Particularly because of the whole “training for a triathlon” -> “not do anything but walk for a month” transition.

Then an EKG, again so we have a baseline in case the chemo does some toxic damage to ye ol’ ticker. Check that, no EKG needed, the echo was good enough.

And then finally, I get hooked up to some poisons.

The regime for this round is pretty simple. And by simple, I mean, almost needlessly complicated. This time I get just one drug, however, I’m not hooked up for 24 hours a day. Instead, I get 6 total doses, administered over a 5 day period, getting 2 doses per day on days 1, 3, and 5. Each day gets 2 3 hour doses.

Seems rather random, no?

Who was the dude who was like…nonono, you guys have it all wrong. We need to give the doses out only on odd numbered days, with just even numbers of doses on those days, for the same odd amount of hours.

Maybe a little OCD?

Oh, and we got my bone marrow biopsy results back. It is now officially official, I’m in official remission. As in, my marrow is currently normal, producing normal things. Yay! I mean, that wasn’t a thing that I was nervous about. My body knows better than to cross me and make me need to open up a can of whoop ass.

Ya know. Except for the cancer bit.

Well, now it’s in line.