To eat all the crackers and make them sorry for not considering we were their ALL day. Gary ate about 20 packs of Goldfish. I put back about 20 as well (meaning we ate them). We were making headway when the person who stalks the drawers came along. The drawer was full again. I was so discouraged. I am the typical spoiled American. Not only should I be thankful we have crackers, but we are able to receive healthcare. Didn't I start this by saying I will refrain from complaining. I have learned my lesson. The infusion clinic stops serving after 1pm.
Gary's armpit is looking good. It will be awhile before it heals. Remembering back to when he was first diagnosed, he had the same start of an ulceration right about his belly button. It was small but took forever to heal. He now has a little scar there that looks like a hole. I suspect this one under his arm will do the same thing.
I love the picture. It says, pale and crazy, don't mess.