All is quiet on this end.  Roger feels OK.  I'm not sick.  All is quiet.  Because Roger felt OK, he, of course, over did it.  When I came home this evening he was snugged under a blanket on the sofa.  When questioned about what's up, he said "I over did it and hit the wall.  I forgot to take my meds and ate late.  I had to stop what I was doing because I was just done".    I tried desperately to NOT respond and tried to just offer a sympathetic look and a simply sigh....but I couldn't and had to respond albeit meekly (yes, I can periodically be meek) "well, that's a bummer.  That's what I'm really concerned about when you are in Florida and I'm back here.  You'll be busy or distracted and won't take your meds or won't eat or won't drink."  I know I know, this conversation sounds ridiculous between adults. Right?  No reasonable solution was discussed aside for Roger's wife - yep, yours truly - calling daily (several times a day) to nag nag nag.  Don't you wish you were married to me?  DON'T ANSWER THAT!

Tonight I will just leave you with a series of pictures from about a year ago or a little more.  We went to a cancer fund raiser focused on hats (you'll get the idea with the pictures).  We went with my mom and dad and our friends Katie and Joe.  It was a silly night but fun and we all walked away with hats!  I've also include a couple picture we took from over two years ago before Roger was diagnosed.  He was much...plumper then....

hope all is well on your end.  More soon.  love, a