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Chemo Round 4

Round 4 of my chemo treatments commenced yesterday. The Medical Day Care Unit first called while we were in Montreal last week at the Police concert. They called again Monday to schedule treatments this week - 8am Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I like it like this, getting them out of the way first thing in the morning. This should be the last session before the heavy duty chemo and the transplant in September, sometime after Megan's wedding September 2nd.

Philippe was down for a short visit the last couple of days. Maryse was dropping him off at the bus station around noon today for the trip back. It was good to see him at home again (even though we just saw him in Montreal last week!). We could tell he was here - the telephone rang!

Book: Frequent Flyer by Kinky Friedman

Music: Dog Years by Tom Wilson
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