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.
Have a lovely dinner with your Imaginary Internet Friend! This is one of the great features of the Brave New World we’ve grown into… friends we’ve never met (or don’t meet often enough, anyway). I’ve met some lovely imaginary friends this way… Including you!
Dinner last night was very nice–I’m glad I could come up to New York this week.
Side note: we did meet in person almost 25 years ago, so I’m not entirely imaginary, but I’m not usually local, so we’ve continued to rely on the Internet
. I was never a good letter writer with pen and paper.
You were both at bofcon in New Jersey somewhere back in the late 1980′s or early 1990′s. I think it was at Leora Gregory’s house?
Amanda and I have met frequently since then, too. Bofcon wasn’t at Leora’s, though. I can picture the woman who opened her house to us, but I don’t recall her name for sure; I want to say Glenda.