Time to wander into the week…find out more about the M.D. Anderson plan. In reviewing the volumes of data they have amassed about my medical history, I learned that I am no longer as short as I was…I am shorter! A full 1¼ inches shorter than at the peak of my youth. There was a time I would have been quite self-conscious about my shrinkage, but reality no longer hits me so hard—especially reality over which I have no control. Based on my reading of the doctor’s notes from our Friday meeting, the limited remaining treatment options might involve gene mutations…somehow. Apparently, I have one such gene mutation that could make me a candidate for gene therapy. I am sure I will learn more as time slips by.
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Fortunately, the costs of the trip down here are within my means, even the cost of replacing my windshield. Just as we reached the outter fringes of Houston, a pebble/ rock hit the windshield, creating a small crack. Simply another annoyance to add to the pile of irritating circumstances that I sometimes allow to get under my skin.
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I could write about switching hotel rooms because of the toilet being so low that anyone taller than 4’3″ would be unable to safely use it. Or I could complain that this lovely hotel’s temperature is kept at 55 degrees Farenheit. Or I could describe the attire of most of the hotel’s guests (cowboy hats and boots…thanks to the fact that the Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo is in full swing. I wish I could write about visiting my niece and her husband, who live in Houston, but I have felt so weak and lethargic that I decided to spend my free time sleeping, to the extent possible. Next trip, I hope.
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Time to shower and get dressed for the day. It’s going to be a long one, with a brain MRI beginning at 6:15 late this afternoon. I’m ready to go home.
