Once this two-step storm had worked its way through our region, it was time to bundle up this morning and head to see good nurse Margaret for this week's treatment. Scout had an uncommonly early appointment, so it was quiet when we first arrived. With a little time to look around, we noticed that someone had been busy; each piece of artwork on the walls had been taken down, wrapped, then rehung. Interesting. When we commented on the new decor, Doc Paul recounted his 50th birthday present from the staff -- his entire office -- walls, pens, phone, computer, everything -- wrapped in aluminum foil. They take great care of their patients, and they have fun as well.
Still, it's not all fun. The effects of Carol's additional medication have begun to show themselves a bit. While it used to be that she would have a brief period of feeling alright after a Thursday treatment, feel it most during the weekend, and then begin to feel better sometime on Monday, the daily medication has taken away the delayed onset this week. This afternoon, the best psychological medicine was the constant reminder that she had gone out yesterday, in a snowstorm, and run eight miles. And that tomorrow there would still be fresh snow for skiing. These things will continue to happen. And this evening, I can say that much of that ill feeling has passed.
Finally, with the change in treatment comes a change in schedule. While it will normally be two weeks on, one week off, with the holidays coming up today was the last scheduled treatment of this year. For that, and for so much more, we are thankful.

Eight miles in a snowstorm? Wow! You are incredible, Carol! xxoo
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