Tomorrow is my version of Groundhog Day. Not that it's going to repeat over and over, although that pretty much describes my current institutionalized life. I mean that Dr. B. is going to come out of his office and look at the shadow of my brain lesions on the MRI and say whether I have six more months of IV therapy. (I could be here till June.)
A devout friend writes that he has me in his prayers. This old agnostic is almost willing to believe that they're working.