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Side Effects

 When I received my first dose of Katruda, an Immunotherapy drug for my bladder cancer, I was advised about specific side effects. I was dosed on Thursday and was aware of one of them creeping up on me by Saturday. Having to be a few steps from a bathroom wasn't the worst thing I could have suffered. However, the weakness and nausea that accompanied it put me down and put me down hard for roughly twenty-four hours. 

As Jeanne and I often remind ourselves, the alternative is unacceptable. I'm feeling better as I recovered reasonably quick with a good night's sleep and a few healthy meals. 

Tutoring:

I wander into new territory this week as I begin a volunteer gig, tutoring young people in reading. I've been assigned a K5 student. I hope the youngster looks forward to our journey as much as I am.

As a member of the Golden Book generation that moved on to the Classic Comics and a Minneapolis Library card in the fifth grade, I'm anxious to share my love of reading. The first chapter book I remember reading is The Black Stallion by Walter Farley. He wrote a number of books about the horse and read them all.

As a bookseller, I witnessed the Harry Potter era, during which many young people got excited about reading.


Our Theater Season Begins.

The Rep is doing Run Bambi Run, a musical about a woman accused of killing her boyfriend's ex-wife, based on the infamous Lawrencia Bambenek case in Milwaukee. True Crime is taken to a new level as we not only reveal in it, we also sing and dance.

On the Easel:

Sunrise
Pastel 12 x 16



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