Cancer Journal #47 Aug 17

I had an appointment with the oncologist today.  Before that my PSA # was measured.  It was again too low to be detectable.  The oncologist considered the bone and CT scan to be nothing but good news.  If there had been a tumor someplace other than bones, the CT scan would have revealed that.  There was none of that.  The guy interpreting the CT scan thought he saw something new on the bones but the bone scan was the better test for that and it showed nothing of the sort.  All the bone scan showed was less than what there had been in November when it was last measured.  The oncologist said I get an A+ but noted that Jihadists and Cancer play the long game.  Actually, he didn't say anything about Jihadists.  That was me.  

Horseradish came in the mail and it is definitely fancy.  Both ends were chopped off but the thing must have been 10 inches or more before it was chopped.  It came from Country Creek Acres in St Peters, Missouri.  Right now, unless I learn better, I am prepared to designate St Peters, Missouri the Fancy Horseradish capitol  of a very large area, possibly the world.  Sorry Eau Claire but you had your chance.

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