Last Tango?

One week ago, I underwent a CT scan, and on Thursday of last week, I had an appointment with Dr. Saltz, my medical oncologist. Dr. Saltz indicated that "everything is growing, but not rapidly." In tacit keeping with my previously stated objective-- now that the possibility of cure is off the table-- of maximizing the quality of my remaining days, Dr. Saltz gave me the option of postponing for a while longer the resumption of chemotherapy. Two thoughts flashed through my mind: I could fly down to Jacksonville, Florida, to visit my parents in nearby Ponte Vedra; and I could go with Susan to Paris, getting back to New York in time for our daughter's visit to us from November 20th through the Thanksgiving holiday. 

For months, I have wondered if I would ever see my parents again, and I have been thinking it unlikely that I could go abroad again. Susan was with me last Thursday in Dr. Saltz's office, and I asked her if she would prefer a destination other than Paris? She was not hesitant in her response.

I just got back from visiting my parents in Ponte Vedra. Tomorrow, I will see Dr. Jarnagin, the surgeon who operated on my liver. Wednesday, Susan and I will depart for Paris. Although I have some physical problems caused by the cancer and by the surgeries, I feel better than I have since February, and I may never again feel as good as I do now. Importantly, my taste buds are once again in good shape-- a prerequisite for a sojourn in Paris!