Well I am back to denial and feel great. I feel like myself. Absolutely nothing feels wrong with me. I've given up on my quest for an earlier lung biopsy. I'm just going to go with the flow for the moment. I do, however, think I need to have a chat with the oncologist.
I taught my Dad how to process his pictures on the computer. My mom helped me mop floors. My niece, Sarah, and her husband, Jesse, came over and moved our wood pile closer to the house. Bless their hearts. Amazingly, my 83 year old Dad took the axe and split 5 or 6 logs!
Marty and I went Contra dancing at Elverson tonight. So it was a sweet day. I just kept the aggravations out of my head.
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