Hillary and got out of the city for the weekend. We spent a few days with My Sam, Emily, and Caroline up in Maine. Visited with my very best friend from College, Kim, husband Jon and brand new baby Maxwell, and did some advanced snuggling with their great dane puppy, smudge.
Fish chowder. Oysters. Mussels. Beef shin ragu. Lobster quiche.
It was horrible.
During the weekend Hill and I had a good chunk of time to talk about my health, and options. We are both currently leaning hard away from doing anything at all.
I know I’ve just said a mouthful.
We’re not trying to make a decision as much as we’re trying to let one emerge. As we think through the reality of the possible paths it’s hard to imagine signing up willingly for the misery of treatment in the face of lousy odds. I have a lot to say about this. I don’t quite have it well enough gathered in my head to write it down at the moment.
Besides. It’s my birthday. I’m 309.