Dealing With The Chemo
July 13, 2008
Yesterday, Marilyn and I walked the peaceful circuit of the Seattle Arboretum. In the balmy evening, we ventured into the northeast hills. We ate dinner at a Thai restaurant. Afterwards, we saw Tell No One, a taut, twisting French mystery playing at The Egyptian theater. Then, the night: It began as pressure in my hips. … More Dealing With The Chemo
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