Tomorrow is Another Day . . .

But I'm not headed to Tara. I'm headed to Boston to see an oncologist.

I've started Johnny on some holistic treatments, and tomorrow we go to Angell Memorial to start chemo. It will only be 2 pills/day. One is the chemo, and the other will be to settle his stomach from the chemo. Piladia was a drug designed to treat skin cancer in dogs. They have found it to be effective in only 30% of cats for squamous cell carcinoma, and the oncologist has only seen it work once. She herself has lost 3 cats to this disease; 3 of 6. But we're hoping Johnny is a good candidate for this treatment.

I have been cooking up a storm this week. I acutally haven't had a problem cooking for the BF. In someways, it makes dnner time easier because I'm not making two dinners. Before he moved in, I would be happy calling some hummus and Wasa crackers dinner. I never made myself a meal. I'd get home from work and wouldn't feel up to it. But now that there's two of us, dinner is more of an event. We get to share our days over dinner, so it's become something I look forward to at the end of the day.

The juicing gets easier, but the temptation doesn't go away. Watching science fiction helps because for some reason those people never eat. Everyone else hangs out in a bar, restaurant, coffee shop and that doesn't even count the cooking shows. Have we nothing better to do with our air time than watch other people eat!?! And forget the Waltons -- those people are always eating, or drinking The Recipe!

Day 16 - down 12.5 lbs