My appetite is improving enough so that Susan and I have gone twice with friends to good restaurants (once, as guests, to Daniel, which just was awarded a third star by Michelin) in the last few evenings and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. In terms of stamina, strength, and flexibility, although I am still in quite diminished condition, I am making measurable progress during the two-hour workouts in which I engage most days. Friends who haven't seen me for a while are often kind enough to express how well they think I look-- perhaps expectations have something to do with that reaction. Towards the end of this month, Susan and I are planning a brief holiday on the other end of an airplane. In short, I am starting to be able to enjoy myself again and want to be as active as possible before likely resuming chemotherapy in early November. Even during this coming chemotherapy, based on my experience with most of the drugs I am slated to be getting, I think it is reasonable to hope that I will have some relatively good days during each two-week cycle.
"Death is nothing and life everything. That's all."
