After a long day at the hospital, I am home again, home again jiggity jog. Brad and I arrived at the hospital at 9am, and spent the first two hours answering questions for various hospital personnel; the tech came to draw my blood, and I donned my hospital gown and put my belongings into plastic bag.  The nurses accessed my port and got an IV running, and began...

I know the routine for PET scans now. I got off the hospital elevator at the appropriate floor, and said hello to my favorite ladies in reception.  Today there was a man playing his saxophone near the elevators.  As I listen to his soulful music, I think about this man and what life experience he had that made him choose to play his instrument on the oncology floor...

Our hearts are full, our memory banks are spilling over.  We now have the dueling dilemma that faces everyone who loves people on both sides of the world: we miss the ones we left and we are happy to see the ones to whom we came home. As I now type, I’m sitting in the oncology office (12 hours after landing at home) to get my Herceptin.  The irony is not lost...