We leave in a few hours for MGH – a follow up appointment with Doc Abramson’s nurse practioner – Brianne. I thought we were to have gotten the big bad cancer fighter, Ibrutinib, by now. Abramson said it would come by mail. Nope, not yet.
Meanwhile, The Amazing Bob’s exhibiting more symptoms of that vile bastard cancer’s return. He’s often short of breath, his appetite’s done a runner, his energy’s left the building AND he’s having chest pains.
I went to Nantasket to breath in the dawn this morning.