What I learned today.

Mrs. Laurer, (yes, she is real) got out of the hospital today. One of the times I was scampering in, she was being assisted out in a wheelchair.

At times, Trixie has an iron bladder. After 13 hours home alone, she really didn’t want to go outside.

Chemotherapy is not a spectator sport. The actual dripping of the drug is really tedious. It is much like watching grass grow, but without the warm sun on your shoulder. But, there is a camaraderie that I hadn’t expected.

And no matter how logical it may be, it just doesn’t seem right to leave your partner at an apartment in Portland, as he begins a very trying treatment for a serious disease. But Richard doesn’t want to spend three hours a day in a car, when there are these delightful apartments right across the street from Providence. He will come home for weekends, and I’ll go in and see him.

Richard is well.