Today was relatively quiet.  I called another dear friend whose response was beyond generous in every way.  I did some work, got some medical and other paperwork together, managed to pick up some split pea soup for lunch at one of the markets near me.  (They also had corn bread, and that would have been wonderful if it hadn’t tasted just slightly stale.  Of course, by the time I found that out I was not in the neighborhood.)  I stopped at the bank and went into the office.

I managed to accomplish a few things before I realized I was very tired and left at about three.  (I have a dinner date tonight with one of my dearest Internet friends– you know, those imaginary people who live in the computer and whom you almost never see.  It will be an early night, but I want to be awake enough to enjoy her company.)

I was describing the morning’s phone call to my sweetie when the phone rang.  It was Dr. S, the oncologist, saying that they’d like to repeat one of the blood tests (clotting time) because my score came back slightly outside the limits for the study, and that would make me ineligible.  Because the difference was within the margin of error for the test, he thought repeating it might make it worth while.  So after tomorrow’s CAT scan I’ll stop off at the hospital and let them have a bit more of my blood.  At least the facilities are relatively close together.  The CAT scan shouldn’t take too long, and the blood draw is just that– not an actual visit, so that should also be pretty quick.

I can’t say I’m pleased to find out that I might not qualify for the protocol, but whatever happens will happen.  In any case, I might not have got the second drug; that’s a coin toss.