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It Appears We Are Winning

 Health Report:

My oncologist tells me we are going to start immunotherapy on September 6th. We are waiting for this procedure because of the continued action of the radiation treatments despite having completed the round of treatments.

That is also why we are not doing evaluative scans (CT, MRI, PET). They would be unreliable and probably unreadable because of the radiation activity.

However, I can have a camera inserted into my penis for evaluative observation and possible mass removal. I can't tell you how excited I am about that procedure.

There are two things to celebrate. My stamina and cognitive functions are noticeably better. I can even keep the characters straight in my favorite Brit Box dramas.

The Doctor tells me not to expect any side effects from the immunotherapy except for diarrhea. (I'm aware I might be oversharing here.)

On The Easel:

Bench by the Birch Tree
Pastel 12 x 16
If you saw the photo Jeanne took of me sketching, this is the scene I was working on.

Going Back To The Fox River Valley;

Since meeting Jeanne (pronounced Jean), I have seen where she was raised in Kenosha and met some of her relatives and friends. It was time I took her to the Fox Valley.

It even surprised me how long it took to tour my homes and neighborhoods. It didn't make sense to tour my history chronologically, so we drove through Sherwood, Menasha, Neenah, Town Of Menasha (Now called Fox Crossing), Grand Chute, and Appleton. 

At every stop, I regaled my captive driver with stories of my deeds and misdeeds. But what surprised me was how much had changed. My landmark restaurants and businesses had new names, or in the case of one of them, Polly's was utterly gone, lost in a fire, I'm told.

The day's highlight was introducing Jeanne to my son PJ, his wife Stacey, and my big girl granddaughter, Violet. We spent time over some dinner and conversation, introducing Jeanne and listening to a delightful and entertaining Violet.

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