163 a gallon

Took my Dad to his last radiation session. While waiting, I kept getting phone calls. The first, from my own doctor, saying that my scans and bloodwork are in check, I do not need to see him again until September.

The next was from an ex-client who found a page I google-bombed, dissing their practices. I wasn’t in the mood to fight, I told them i stood behind it, but would disable it and for them to remove me from their vendor list.

It was off to prep for chemo with a new doc afterward and we had an hour to kill. As my pops napped, I reread a few chapters from Close Range: Wyoming Stories.

Lots of paperwork, a scare about cancelled insurance was unfounded, and we were off. Chemo starts this week, and sounds kinda heavy. My fingers are crossed.