Ox Fall Down

Welcome to Boston, Curt Schilling.

MRI went fine. It ranged from lying in a closet, to lying in a closet with the fire alarm going off in your right ear, to lying in a closet with the fire alarm going off in your right ear while being held under water. The previous few lasted over 70 minutes each. This took 45. Software improvements, I was told, save time.

Wondering if this is my last weekend before treatment. Need to focus on the last few days of feeling well and then get down to work. I've been struggling with how to present the details of hospital visits. I want reactions to be informed but also positive. That's a problem. Once the diagnosis comes back cancer you should expect pain and uncertainty. One meeting or treatment session isn't going to change the situation. Delaney is only managing the disease. Marathon running, not sprinting. So if the environment now is filled with scans and meetings and machines and chemicals and scalpels and growing tumors and shrinking tumors you expect neither the worst nor the best. You only expect it to be tricky. Judging the minutiae of treatment seems foolish. Of course getting poked and prodded by nurses and doctors is annoying. But you knew as soon as the initial diagnosis came back that it was going to be so. No good news, no bad news, just news.