As Mark Twain said, “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated!” Seriously, you thought I was going to leave you…
When Daddy gets too old to walk, what will you do? Another episode of lemons to lemonade.
Today I write this from chemo land as usual, comfortably sitting with a room full of nurses and other victims…
Grandsons, Labs, and Lemonade
Today I sit for chemo cycle 18. This is actually a “lucky” milestone, although most of my readers are probably…
Cupid shot a platinum arrow at my lemons
It’s been quite an eventful two weeks since my last post. Today I sit in the chemo recliner to receive…
Life, Laxation, “Sonshine”, and Lemonade
Today, 2/17/2022, I sit in the chemo suite receiving cycle 16 of chemo. So far so good, although their lab…
A Raptor Clawing at Lemons
Hello all, from the chemo suite, cycle #14. I wasn’t going to write a blog this cycle because there wasn’t…
Lemon-based New Year’s toast in sight, a letter in flight, and to all a good night (SHORT POST)
Today I sit in the chemo suite watching the drip-drip-drip of chemo, my monoclonal antibody (bevacizumab), my antiemetics (anti-nausea drugs),…
Harvest of Lemons, Moon, and the Journey
As we round the corner to winter, I sit in my usual chemo lounge chair typing as I enter cycle-12…
DOCing at the Port versus Strong Waves of Resistance in a Sea of Lemonade
Welcome back to the lemonade blog series. I hope that all of you had a safe and enjoyable Thanksgiving. Mine…
Short Post, Turkey Roast (and sips of Eggnog with lemon pound cake)
This post is dedicated to all of you and your “undying” support. It is the shortest of the lemonade series…