Perfect.

The CAT scan came back fine. Looks like the inside of his stomach was just too inflamed to see the tube. Hopefully he'll start feeling better soon.

Tomorrow Tim is having a PET scan. His doctors want to get a baseline before he starts chemotherapy. As usual, I don't think have it done given his history. He had one right before his big surgery last March that came back negative for any signs of cancer which is crazy because according to his surgeon, it was the worst case he's ever seen. I guess the way I see it is that the scan won't change anything. His counts are up and no matter what he'll still have to start chemo on the 16th. Plus I really believe that radioactive sugars they inject only make things worse. And when you've had as many scans as Tim, I think they add up. I did voice these concerns when we meet with the oncologist in Denver. It didn't seem to change their minds.

This weekend it seems like I spent a lot of my time fighting with Walgreens. Have I mentioned how much I hate that place? Friday I went to drop off a prescription and pick one up called in by the doctor. Turns out he forgot to call. As for the one I was going to drop off, it didn't have Tim's name on it. Apparently its illegal if it doesn't have your name on it. Makes sense I guess but it was news to me and refused to fill it. So I wrote Tim's name on it and went to another Walgreens! Of course it took an hour to fill. Why is that, by the way? Dump some pills in a orange container and just give it to me. Anyway I was able to pick up the pills around 10:00 p.m. Perfect.

P.S. Perfect is the word I use when things really aren't perfect at all. It seems like people over use the word and use it when it doesn't even make sense. Its probably just a habit but it's something I noticed and have now incorporated in my vocab.