Point Made

 If you watch "The Bear," Hulu/FX's fabulous series about a long-time Beef Sandwich restaurant. After the founder's death, the restaurant is reluctantly taken over by the prodigal son, who has been off-educating himself in finer, more famous kitchens. One of the team-building things he insists on is the habitat of calling everyone in the kitchen Chef. It's yes, Chef, and thank you, Chef, to everyone on the staff, no matter their job. My lady, Jeanne, and I have tried to replicate this behavior as we prepare our meals. I braise the meat. "That smells good, Chef," she says. "Thank you, Chef," I reply. We even extend this to the improbable. Jeanne scoops up the ice cream. "Thank you, Chef," I smile as if to imply she made the ice cream. Health Report: We got the results of the scan I had last week. Verdict NED. No Evidence of Disease . My Doctor remarked that she was pleased and surprised at two aspects of my treatment. First, the comple...

 It was the perfect alignment of the stars that presented me with well-separated visits to my doctors and clinicians in one day.  First, a visit with my nurse to have a port inserted into my pod. Then, they will take a blood sample to inform the application of my immunotherapy later. Then, it's down to have a P-scan of my bladder to see if the treatments are affecting my Cancer. Here's where the baby fell out of the buggy. I was informed that the cup of coffee I had was okay, but the sugar and cream were not. After much consultation, we went ahead with the scan after testing my blood sugar. Was it low enough? Viola! It was. But, we had delayed the procedure, so the results couldn't be shared with me. My Doctor was overbooked. Come back next week.  That's one thing about Cancer: you get used to experiencing it. You're always waiting for the results of a test that determines whether you're going to live or die. To be fair, the technician who read my P-scan publish...