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Hi. I know it's been awhile. Everything's fine. I'm feeling well. Last week I did my fourth session of chemo and it was the first time I didn't really have any ill affects. My legs are sore lately, but according to the folks at the Stem Cell Transplant Unit it's unrelated to the chemotherapy process. The doctors have agreed to hold off until after Megan's wedding for the high dose chemo and stem cell transplant. Sounds like I'll be busy come September and October.

Maryse and I went to see an excellent movie last night - The Bourne Ultimatum. A fascinating movie concerning the degree to which a government can follow an individual citizen's every move no matter where they are in the world. It really makes you think. And of course there were the requisit car chases...but very well done. We loved it. Some chase scenes were so long we turned a little blue holding our breath! Wow.


Book: The Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson

Music: 30 Years of Stony Plain by Various Artists

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