Amanuensis

Yes, that is I. Orion's amanuensis, scribe, Boswell. He is feeling great. We are sitting in the overflow dining area at MGH waiting for our shuttle ride back to La Quinta, the hotel in Somerville that we have encamped in.

We came in this morning for his first blood draw since chemo cycle one. Once again they put us in the " beach" room, rather than my Little Pony, Barbie, or Transformers. His results come back quickly and his doctor, David Ebb, is impressed at the vigor and youth of his bone marrow. The counts are little changed after one cycle of poisons. Ebb says, "well we are just started, we will make short work of those white cells and platelets". All of Orion's vitals are perfect, right on the line, in NASA speak.

We then struck out onto Cambridge Street and headed up to our future home on Temple so Orion could see it. Lovely. We walked uphill and around the State House, down to the Common, where we saw all manner of strange creatures (thanks Norma Farber for "As I Was Crossing Boston Common ", and coincidently was married to the Farber of Dana-Farber). Lunch at a Mideastern place with spiced lamb and chai, warming! Then we, as woodsmen, bushwhacked across the Common and veered down snowclogged streets of brick and darkness before we veered again and reached Charles Street and it's little shops of consumption. No, not that consumption, the other one.

We will now hunker down in the hotel for the snow storm and hope for a visit from Sally this weekend, unless she harbors any disease. Monday he gets a little cortisol stimulation test and then another blood draw. If all goes well, a second draw on Thursday and then the likely admission to the hospital on the following Monday for cycle two of chemo. Five days.