Well? It has been two weeks since my last round of immunotherapy. I built a little countdown timer to keep track of the days until I go in again for another biopsy and get the scoop on the prognosis and positive impact of the training I have done and the impact of the treatment. The wait really is the hardest part.

I returned back to work last week. That was pretty tough. My body wasn't really ready for it. The fatigue factor was still in overdrive and I felt no better than I had during the final two weeks of immunotherapy. Blah. The side effects continued, and I even had some more of the much-desired-but-difficult-to-experience physical responses that I won't describe here. Blah-yuck!

Tomorrow, I head back in to try it again, but this time, I don't think I will need to keep my shift at half a day like I did last week.

Last Friday, I actually fell asleep while driving home in the middle of the day. I was on Hood Canal Bridge and starting to cross the centerline when the oncoming traffic gave me a honk. Adrenaline got me home, and I passed out immediately after I pulled into the driveway, sleeping in my truck for about 45 minutes. Saturday was a bust, with the above-mentioned 'blah-yuck' starting around 2 AM and lasting throughout the day, meaning that I could not go in.

That's the latest. Thanks for tuning in.