Sorry for not posting updates more frequently. It's hard to fathom that four months have passed since I last wrote. A lot has transpired but in some ways not much has changed. I'm still on the same treatment with which I started the year. I've had one surgery (gallbladder, not cancer), two rounds of scans, one trip to M.D. Anderson in Texas for a consultation, and two days ago I had what seems like my eleventy-hundredth infusion. I'm an oddity in the chemo room, I suppose -- a regular -- and that's a good thing.
I've had some great days lately. A few weeks ago, Terisa and I celebrated our 33rd wedding anniversary in one of our favorite places, Santa Barbara. (That's a view from the Botanic Garden above.) Our daughter Sophie graduated high school in June and in a couple days we are taking her to a gap-year discipleship adventure program in the Texas hill country. (Think kayaking, backpacking, working in a camp, hiking, mountain biking, and theological studies. I want to go!) Our daughter Abby and son-in-law Kyle moved back from Ohio and we are enjoying their company and cooking. Our daughter Lindsay keeps us up-to-date on her life in NYC and the goings-on in the publishing world. An added bonus: advance copies of interesting books!
As for future plans, Terisa and I want to take some driving trips this fall, to the Grand Canyon and other national parks. We will transport my dialysis equipment with us. It's a hassle to fly with the machine and all the accessories but driving isn't so bad. I'm one of those people who've lived in California nearly all my life yet I haven't been to some of the most picturesque places in the West. In late September I will have another round of scans, and we'll go from there. Always an adventure.
I'm thanking God for each day and each breath. It is good to be alive.