I am on day 24 of my first 28 day chemotherapy cycle to knock out a now recurrent grade III glioma, brain cancer, that I was first treated for in April of 2012. I'm test driving a new therapy as participation in a trial that combines the the standard of care chemo and an additional enzyme inhibitor that targets a gene mutation in the tumor cells in my head. The good news is that I appear to be tolerating it well. I've had three blood tests to corroborate this. The longer I can withstand treatment, the more likely we'll see no change, or maybe some tumor reduction in my upcoming bi-monthly MRI's. I've also been spend time with my wife and kids during this first week of covid-19 sequestration. We dug up the 1983 classic movie, "The Right Stuff" Friday evening and my 10 year old daughter and my 12 year old son were enamored by it. Likely, we'll be using space travel as a centerpiece of our home-school writing and reading for the coming week.
A month of HBO Go buys you From the Earth to the Moon. Just sayin'.
So my wife owns a women's clothing boutique, and everything is basically shut down due to Covid. It's a small business that carries a lot of seasonal inventory and pays a decent chunk in rent since she needs to be in a downtown corridor for the foot traffic. In the midst of this, she's been posting and selling off of Instagram via DMs while her store is closed, and we spent yesterday morning and afternoon alone at the store packaging up purchases, adding in some free gifts and a handwritten notes, then driving around town leaving them on the buyer's doorstep. And every single person who purchased something said the nicest things to my wife either directly or online after they got their items. My wife easily burst out crying 3 or 4 times yesterday from the love and support she's been getting from her customers. She just wants to take care of her ladies and make them feel great about themselves, and they've definitely returned the favor.
My favorite story of late: Record size sabre tooth cat discovered