At the ranch this morning after my foray to Seattle and the Institute. By beautiful nurses were all off on strike and out-of-towners substituted. But my clinical trial marched on as intrepid as can be. My numbers were all normal and nothing was out of the ordinary. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So, despite the disruption of the strike things were normal as can be. Although I wish my nurses some satisfaction for all their trouble. I really didn’t know what to expect and had thoughts of trying to change my appointment to later but several folks talked me into coming.

While I am there on my rounds every three weeks I try to touch base with Patti Kwok the head of the Survivorship program there at Swedish. This is one of the many programs that a cancer center has to support patients. So we trade notes and encourage each other mostly.

One of the minor things that I saw there at the Institute was that the stairway had somehow missed it’s standard sweep up and it was noticeably dirty. I happen to take the stairway as much as possible to get some exercise in and it is never a glamorous space at it’s best. So, in one corner of the third floor landing a huge dustbunny had accumulated and some artist type with a good sense of humor, since humor was needed during the stress of the strike put some eyes on it for our enjoyment. I had Patti come and take a pic of it. So goofy and so fun and so unwarranted.

So, life goes on despite the turmoil and the wear and tear and occasionally humor bubbles up. Just had to report on that. Have a great day where you are.

dustbunny loves, Felipé.