Dr. K called this AM with the good news. Eighteen lymph nodes removed, ZERO involved. Time to throw that party! Puts me squarely in Stage One rather than Stage Two, with all the benefits that go along with that.

Sunday I engaged in a new activity that I believe is called "resting". As in "to rest", "you rested", "she is resting". It involves a lot of lying down with the remote in one hand, See Spot Run in the other hand, the Mind Numbing Time Suck of cable TV in the background, and the eyes closed a lot of the time. I was trying to save energy to go see fireworks but it was raining by then and I couldn't summon the enthusiasm. A body in motion tends to stay in motion, a body at Rest tends to stay on the Couch.

Monday I went with Donna to RonJons to buy some clothing that will accommodate my three drains without making me look like a refugee from America's Biggest Loser. In the afternoon Bjorn and I did a mile mall walk.

Donna left this AM and Judy is arriving Thursday evening. Bjorn is taking me to see Dr. Bashore this afternoon and I hope to leave two of those drains at his office.

Feeling good.