knock-knock...

 Thought I'd finally get around to spreading some news.

Carol is doing well. Has not had chemo of any kind since
January of 2024. Her last radiation treatment for the spot
on her lung was January of this year. A follow-up CAT scan
was done earlier this month and showed marked reduction
in the size of the spot with NO signs of any other nasty spots
anywhere in her body. Her heart is getting better and her
breathing has improved enough that the need for supplemental
oxygen is almost nil.

Ann's pituitary tumor surgery went well. They did a follow-up
MRI recently and it showed nothing is growing. But they did
see that part of the tumor had invaded the bone. The biopsies
were all benign so they're not worried about that. But they want
to do some kind of laser scalpel radiation to get rid of the growth
anyway. She's going to talk to a local radiation oncologist so she
can avoid making a trip to Cleveland.

As for me, I am pretty damn great, especially for an old broad
of 74.

My one and only diabetes med, Metformin, has been reduced by
25%. When I go for my next annual visit I expect the doctor to
reduce the dose even more.
I've scheduled an evaluation with a cataract surgeon for early
next month. My vision has been kinda fuzzy for quite a while.
Prescription upgrades aren't helping much anymore. I haven't
driven at night for years because of glare. And when it started to
affect my ability to read clearly and without straining, well you
can imagine I've not been happy about that.

I've put this off because other people had much more dire issues
demanding attention. I wanted to be available for all of it. But now
everything around here is much calmer so I can take care of me.
Besides, I've been scared shitless to have anyone poking around
in my eyeballs. I know, I know...dozens of people have said,
"It will change your life!" "You'll be so glad when you get it done!"
"It's fast, easy...no big deal!"
I will remain scared shitless until it's over. Report will follow.