With all of the hubbub surrounding the new carpet (it comes tomorrow, bright and early) and Garland's surgery (she goes in tomorrow, bright and early), I nearly forgot that tonight begins cycle 24 of Revlimid. That's right. Twenty-four cycles. That's two years of Revlimid, people. Wow.
Now off I go to take my tiny little pill and go to bed. We have to take away Garland's food all night, so I'm hoping she doesn't start stomping on my face at 2 a.m., but she probably will.