An eventful two days. Bjorn's surgery was at 9 yesterday. It went well. Phil was there and got us home by noon. Bjorn's right arm is in a sling. At the post-op appointment today the doc said he would start physical therapy this week, and will be back at work in four to six weeks. Like me with my picc line, Bjorn has to keep his incision dry in the shower. I feel so much better that I'm not the only one wearing saran wrap and tape in the shower. In fact there are probably hundreds, yea verily thousands of people routinely taking the Press and Seal out of their bathroom cabinets on a daily basis.

Then I saw the oncologist at 4:15. Among other things he said "I have to check your heart and lungs" and I said "I still have them" and he didn't laugh. Well, I tried.

Bjorn's post op was at 8 AM today, and then I had to be at the chemo lab at 10:30. It turns out that Sue is really good friends with two of the four chemo nurses who were present today, so it was a big lovefest, and passed quickly.

So after an afternoon nap we went for an ambling beach walk and got in about two miles. Talk about the blind leading the blind. Or is it the bald leading the lame?