Pedal Another Mile

Bicycling, death, life after death.

Not as strong as I thought I was getting.

Wrecked. That's what I am today.

I cannot stop crying.  It's involuntary.  It's not usually connected to a thought or picture or memory.  Just like someone flipped a switch.  Doc is switching me to Kolonopin but not sure when the script will be filled.  My emotions looked at 1.0mg of Xanax and laughed.  "Get out of here you little pest, I've got a brain to fuck with"

In the words of the great Bob Marley:

"My fear is my only courage So I've got to push on thru"


Not sure how I'm going to do that, but I have to.

We've only seen the regular doctor today.  Nothing really new from him.  Her left leg is now 2x the size due to swelling.  They have taken her for an ultrasound to check for a blood clot. but it's most likely cancer-related Lymphedema.

I'll do another medical update after more docs are here.