Sunday, September 6, 2015
When I re-met my high school friend Susan in cyber-space, she had been diagnosed with lung cancer. (No. She never did.) and I think for lack of a more appropriate response, I would send her visions of clown cones to try and cheer her up.
After the PET Scan, P didn't want to eat one of the exceedingly attractive cinnamon buns that were for sale on the first floor of the hospital. Some of these tests require fasting so you come out kinda hungry-ish. But he said we were gonna be stuck eating that stuff long enough so let's get outta here. We went to the Dunkin Donuts on Madison in Forest Park for a bagel and look what was peeking out at me from the cooler.