No, thank you

Jenna continues to give me joy. Saturday after a lovely brunch at Eggspectation with Ellen, I went to Columbia to spend time with my grandkids. After naps Tyler went with Alex to get a birthday gift for a friend and Jenna stayed home with Megan and me. While we were all in the family room, Jenna stood still and looked at me. I knew what she was doing. I said, "Jenna, are you pooping?" She looked at me and said, "No, thank you." I cracked up.

Monday afternoon I went to Weinberg for my usual blood draw follow-up to check numbers 11 days after an avastin treatment. My blood pressure was down to 125 which is great because avastin tends to push it up higher. Predicted downpours didn't materialize so that was good as it was pouring the last time I drove back from Mercy. Celebrated by baking oatmeal chocolate chip cookies while fast-forwarding thru much of the excess on Dancing with the Stars opener.

Buster rest in peace

Had my 28th treatment of avastin yesterday, with orders signed by Dr. Im for two more: the next one on 3/31 and then on 4/21, when I have my 30th treatment in the morning and a CT scan scheduled for 1 pm. Yesterday's CA125 was 114.1, the same number it was at my last treatment on 2/17.

Rainstorm hit our area so it was awful driving to Baltimore and back. Cancelled dinner plans because it was drenching rains with 9 knot winds. Got gas for car ($3.38/gal), Panera take-home for dinner, and picked up "Unbroken" on reserve for me at the library. Let dogs out when I went home, ate my soup with them both beside me hoping for hand-outs. Then went thru mail, paper and DVRed shows. Went to bedroom to feed the dogs and found Buster, our lovely old (possibly 17) buff cocker, dead on the rug. He had been blind and deaf for many years, but had been failing in recent months. Concerned I'd have to put him down, he made the decision for me.

Dylan buried him not too far from our original dog, Darwin. The pound estimated Buster's age as 6 months when we got him in the fall of 1994 so I listed his birth date as 4/1/94. Megan, who started college that fall, remembers that he loved to run on the bike path with her. Dylan, in junior high school, had seen him in a corner cage and wanted him. Buster had obviously just been groomed so we were surprised when no one claimed him. He was so happy to go home with us, he jumped all over the inside of the car. Buster be missed.