Quiet...but at least I threw in some pitchas at the end!

We're just quietly waiting to jump all the hurdles we'll have to jump before anyone tells us anything definitive. Neither of us thinks that Thursday's Wake Forest trip is going to tell us anything. Rather, we'll be sent for more tests, then other tests, then sent back for results, then an internal test, then wait for a pathology report to be typed up...that sort of thing.

I am beginning to believe it's absolute protocol not to tell cancer patients ANYTHING until they already know it.

We're both a little scared that we DO already know what there might be to know. So at this point, we're looking more for the miracle bullet-dodger outcome.

Bill said something typically marvelous yesterday: He said "Isn't it nice that we have this time to be happy, time during which we aren't sure it's something bad?"

Wow. I wanna be him.

He feels a little better than he has in a long time. That's the best news of all.

Wednesday he teaches his last class of the semester. He hopes it's not his last class ever, and is proceeding as if it isn't. And it probably isn't! He's obviously got the constitution of a...I almost wrote some type of animal right there, that is known for its strength. But then I decided to google "strongest animal on earth" and found out it's a rhinoceros beetle. They can lift 850 times their own weight. Which would be like a human picking up an SUV.

Go, Bill, go! Cutest rhinoceros beetle in a cowboy hat you ever saw!

Wait! THAT'S not a rhinoceros beetle!

Here we go, below, though I couldn't find one in a cowboy hat...I could only find this capitalist variety.