Groundhog Day

Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow today, and I saw my Doctor; six more weeks of winter and four more weeks of chemotherapy. Everything is fine, turns out something as little as exercise can increase the amount of LDH in my blood. The plan is to stay the course. I was half expecting the doctor to tell me to give up: “The chemo isn’t working and… uh, well, I don’t know what to say except, I guess… you can go now”. At which point I’d hang my head and begin my slow march out of his office, down the hall, out the front door and straight to the nearest snow bank where I would await my fate. But as luck would have it, I’m not lying in a snow bank and the chemotherapy seems to be doing its job. I didn’t march out of his office and into a snow bank. I took the elevator to the sixth floor and had a salad. I have decided not to ask for copies of my lab work anymore. I don’t speak chemistry