Driving through a lightning storm the other night was entertaining. It came with a smattering of rain, but not so much that I had to keep the windshield wipers agitated for 35 miles, so that was good. The car radio kept me company, although I bopped back and forth between two different stations, as is my habit:
- Ray Charles, You Win Again
- Aerosmith, Sweet Emotion
- Green Day, Basket Case
- AC/DC, Highway to Hell
- Commodores, Night Shift
- Huey Lewis and the News, Power of Love
On the way to chemotherapy early the next morning, Lisa and I had a chance to sing along with Simon & Garfunkel while they were singing "Mrs. Robionson."
And Lisa passed her chemo test, which meant she could actually receive treatment. Intimidating as that toxic cocktail of chemicals is, that it was successfully administered means we're one big step closer to finishing her 20-week treatment regimen (not counting surgery).
Sweetheart is winning her fight against cancer smack in the middle of covid-19, and for that we are profoundly grateful.
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