Last week, a chef friend came by to harvest fruit from our back yard. I loaded her up with plenty of grapefruits and permissions, but she'll have to come back in two weeks to pick lemons, avocados, oranges, pomellos and tomatoes. Each time we inspected the hard, green fruits on the trees or vines, we would simultaneously call out, "Two more weeks" until it became our chorus.
Friends keep asking me about the next step in my treatment. I think that some people think that I'm withholding information on the blog. What you read is all I know, but I hope that will change soon.
I'm leaving for Boulder, Colorado, tomorrow to visit my friend Ellen. After that, I'll be home for a few days, and then George and I will be going to Chicago to attend his law school friend's Rolling Stones-tribute birthday party. At the same time, I'm taking a side trip to Minneapolis to attend a one-day Lymphoma Workshop.
I'll be back in town on November 5. That's just two weeks away. I'll invite my friend back to harvest fruit with me and hope to be able to tell her and all of you about what happens next. All together now: "Two more weeks."
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