Oh, Lordy, where do I begin?

This is an official Richard Update. Had this been merely prose of intense humor and no factual data, I would not have said, “This is an official Richard Update.” Come on folks, this isn’t rocket science.

Let’s see. Saturday was bad, Sunday was worse. Monday was about the equal with Saturday. I spoke with the hospital/clinic on both Sunday and Monday. It was agreed that if this morning (Tuesday) Richard wasn’t able to travel to Portland, he was heading to the emergency room in Hood River.

I think that kind of inspired Richard. We made it to Portland. I slowed down in front of the hospital and pushed Richard out the door and sped back to Hood River.

No, that’s not how it happened, but I did come home alone. Richard is at the same apartment as he had this summer. It’s kind of like old home week for him!

The road trips were too much for Richard. I will still go into Portland everyday and make sure he gets to the hospital. His energy is very low and it is a couple blocks to the cancer building. He couldn’t have walked to the apartment today, so I will make sure he is mobile. He will come home for the weekend.

And yes, we did get bad news today. There appears to be more tumors. Somewhere between one and four depending on the strictures you place on the facts.

Two are in the chest cavity. We heard rumor of them while Richard was in the hospital in Hood River. His oncologist confirmed that one of them was a concern on Boxing Day.  Apparently the other is too small to form an opinion about. But the doctor Richard saw today thought they were news to us. And the other two are in his brain. But one of them is too small to be sure, the other is a concern.

So, yeah, somewhere between one and four. You count ‘em!

Okay, at what point am I allowed to run out into the yard, stark ass naked and scream at the top of my lungs, "FUCK CANCER!!!"?

And do I need a zoning permit for that?