Back from the Institute and back from the big city. A little glitch in the weather as we speak. But the good news is that I am back on the clinical trial. My pancreas numbers had snapped back to the OK zone after three weeks of rest allowing me to continue. Yea, so proud of Nugget and the crew.

It seems that I am the last participant in this trial, last of 40. Dr Gold thinks that they will shut it down in a month or so because they can’t afford to keep it going for little old me alone. That’s the prediction. So, there are still ways to obtain the drug so that he can administer it to me. If I were the anxious type I would be all afluster by this drama but I’m good.

Scan again in three weeks. How much fun can one guy have, right? So, there are hurtles and wickets to go through but we continue. Maybe the important part is that I get to continue and see all the folks that I have become friends with at the hospital. It is fun now to go in and mix it up every three weeks.

A walk here in a half hour. The little bit of rain has settled the dust outside. It will be cool walking today. I have missed some laps in the last few weeks when it was too hot to get them all in.

OK loves, Felipé.