The nausea has died, hopefully taking cancer cells with it.
Fatigue has settled, requiring only 11 hours of sleep and a couple of hours in the afternoon to keep it at bay. No complaints.
A wonderful day in Vancouver: one of those sunny afternoons with snow-kissed mountains on show from the Coast to Baker. It’s the day they photograph all those postcards for the tourists. We walk the seawall, watch the dogs frolic and see bare white knees — the first of the season.
And we sat at the beach on a bench with a little box each of rhubarb-raspberry pie.
That’s a good life.