Somehow we are already at day -1.
These last few days have me feeling like I am in a negative space. Only around and between real days. All this sitting idly feeling lousy in a strange kind of prison. But negative space in art is often as important as the object itself.
We had a visitor yesterday. Troy lives here in Seattle and did the TIL trial at NIH two years ago. He disease free because of it. There are other stories like his that have me believing that this could be it.
While we were chatting with Troy and his wife I started talking funny. I had just had lunch and the chemo had just finished. Josh pulled out the camera for the kids. I thought it was a neurological complication that was going to leave me paralyzed.
Turns out it was just a swollen tongue from an allergic reaction. Benedryl took care of it. I was way cautious when ordering dinner, but was eating peanuts by the handfuls at bedtime. I like to live on the edge a little.