News is slow coming in ...
At 11:15 I got one line ... "So far, so good."
I wish I could believe Honey is as relaxed as she appears to be. But, no, I don't. Those are powerful chemicals being dripped into her body. She's scared. I know she is. And if she's not ... well ... I'm plenty scared enough for both of us.
If I don't hear something soon I'm gonna be walking down the side of the interstate ... pushing my faithful walker before me ... hoping I'm headed in the right direction.
It's almost four and Honey, I've just learned, is fine. Except for being mad. And mad doesn't count. There was a long delay because the pharmacy didn't have the right medicine for one of her infusions. I don't blame her for being mad. Won't do her a bit of good, but she can be mad if she wants to ... and we'll all be mad with her.
I'm just so relieved the long silence wasn't due to anything more serious than slow service in the pharmacy.
Four down and only four more to go.
