So Allison got on the phone this morning, and four hours and how many phone calls (?) later, I am now scheduled for a full day at Hopkins next Tuesday for chemo and radiation evaluations. Apparently they will develop my treatment recommendations from then. Allison has been so great at taking over all the logistics and research for me; I would be terrible at it, and no doubt my emotions would get in the way. I know no one could be better at navigating these uncharted waters than she!

Meanwhile I was able to play nine holes of golf this morning, and I played about as well as I ever have, shooting a 41. I've gone from not even being able to get the ball off the ground and almost giving up the game a week ago, to playing really well. Just because I found the two adjustments I needed. What a crazy game... and if you're thinking, why the hell is he playing golf? I sort of feel the same way - though what am I supposed to do? Sit around and feel sorry for myself? While I'm playing I don't even notice my stomach hurting.

I do love being on the golf course. If there is a heaven, and I'm in no hurry to find out, I hope the first thing I hear when I get there is "let's play 36 today".