Yeah, I know, late update...cut me some slack

It's been a long, long two weeks at my loathsome job, and I've been very, very tired lately. Not to mention that Cheryl and I are both lazy and enable each other horribly, as the giant pile of clean clothing sitting in the middle of the living room can attest.

But, anyway, the news out of the Harpish household is...mostly good. The radiation therapy, combined with the injectable cocktail of drugs Cheryl takes on a regular basis seems to have done the job pretty well for the short term. She's eating a much more regular diet (regular enough to ditch the five-pound-milkshake each night, we don't know yet), and her energy level is much, much higher - for the first time in months, she seems like the "old" Cheryl, which is much welcome in these parts.

Now, we still need to work on that muscle tone - she's got matchstick calves and arms like my 85-year-old grandmother, and climbing up two steps of stairs has tuckered her out for the day, but we're definitely moving in the right direction.

Now, this current progress is strictly pallative; we've still got plenty of cancer to worry about, and when we head to Portland next week, we'll find out what Plan E is going to be (the ipi is out for now, but at least we've got a Plan E).

More news as we get it.

Dave