It's Sunday, a rather dreary day in St. Louis, but all is well on the Ross homefront.
Since I didn't have much nausea Friday or Saturday, I didn't take the heavy-duty anti-nausea pills -- just the mild ones -- so I guess I'll save the big guns for next time.
We went to a family party Saturday (very nice, thanks Jona!) and fetched my 18-year-old son from the airport that night, where he had flown in from his spring-break adventure on the Florida panhandle/coast. I didn't realize how much we'd missed him, but he looked so good, so adorable, and it's wonderful to have him home once again.
Until next time ...
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That's what I'm calling this cancer "mis-adventure." Please come along with me as I go through treatment.
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