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.
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