As Mark Twain said, “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated!” Seriously, you thought I was going to leave you…
When the Lemon Tolls for Thee
On April 6th, Dr. Jeff Gudin texted me, devastated when he learned, but fully understood, that I signed up for…
Savoring the Lemonade that’s Left
I write this short prologue to what could likely be the last lemonade cancer journey post before the grand finale.…
Sympathy Pain, Lemons, and Lemonade
Hello All; This has been a long, difficult, and lesson-learning week. I am not writing from the chemo infusion suite.…
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…
Nourishment with Breastfed Lemonade
I bet all the regular blog followers thought this had to do with my two recently born grandsons less than…
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…