Well this is not A day or B day or C day but D day.
Eh, and B are past, but the big C and the D day for chemo and radiation are Tuesday.

I don't ask for your prayers, unless you have a church where they all live to ripe older ages and have no health problems. As I see it, that sort of equals out. In fact they say don't say you pray for someone, because they don't help themselves.

So at 8 a.m. it's 5 hours of chemo. Platinum in the drug, I'm worth that much. Then radiation. Wow. 7 weeks, every day for the radiation and 6 weeks of Tuesdays with chemo.

I'm hoping to play the piano in the joint they have one. When I walked in I went pale and the wife says what's wrong, it was the first time. Some dude way playing badly, Green Green Grass of Home. That I would never play at a cancer place....Wrong words, wrong sentiment, wrong speed....

Oh well, picked the wrong month to take up singing....the throat turning to hamburger is scary....

John Conley
Musica est vita