We had a good weekend. The weather alternated between thunderstorms and steamy heat, but we managed to go to the Kansas City Zoo, grill hamburgers, chase after WCK as she pedaled furiously down the sidewalk on her trike, and just hang around the house. WCK kept kicking my butt at Hi-Ho-Cherry-O.
It was really weird, but I barely felt the dex crash this weekend. I still felt a little yucky, but nothing like before. I'm hoping this is a new trend, but I don't want to get too optimistic.
Today a nurse from the Cancer Center called to tell me ... that my results are not back yet. Oh. Thanks.