Update - January 4, 2011

Gina's flight back to California was early New Year's morning. Sunday was just a day to take down the tree and pack up the ornaments for another year.

Pete's appointment stands at 10 AM, so we packed the car for the last week at the condo and left around 8 Monday morning. His blood work results showed that his platelet count dropped lower but it should be turning around soon. We met with Dr R and A after the radiation treatments were finished. The port is scheduled to be implanted on Tuesday, January 11, but Dr R said that he'd really like to have it done sooner and that they'd continue to work on getting an earlier date. Pete mentioned a strange feeling in his throat, a bit of difficulty swallowing, when he was eating anything that was the slightest bit dry. It may be nothing so he'll just monitor it and hopefully it will subside. We drove to the condo, unloaded our bags, and then went downstairs and walked about a block to a small mall, picked up some lunch and then went back to the condo to eat it.

Today the drive into the city was the easiest I think we've ever had. There were no surprises when Pete went to the Concierge Desk; the only thing on the agenda was radiation, so when he finished there he called Dr R's secretary, L, to check to see if he should go for blood work. The answer for today was "no", and when Pete asked her if there were any scans or appointments scheduled, or if anything had been changed with regard to the port the answer to each was "not yet". He asked her to tell Dr R that he is beginning to have some pain in the left shoulder blade area extending around to his chest, similar to what he had been feeling some time ago, but more in the front this time and not yet severe. We'll most likely be seeing the doctor either tomorrow or Thursday and talk more about it then.

Since we finished up quite early, Pete and I decided to just drive back home. The condo is nice when we're spending long days in the city, but it's just not home. Besides, Bruce informed me last night that the cat's automatic feeder had broken. Why Marley has an automatic feeder is a long story, but I needed to get home to fix it, otherwise Bruce would have to remember to feed him 6 small meals at regular intervals throughout the day. So home we went. We'll drive back tomorrow morning for Pete's appointment and then stay at the condo for the last time Wednesday night. I just hope the light dusting of snow that was predicted for Friday and has now changed to Thursday night into Friday remains a light dusting.