Summer, eh? We’re still logging temps in the high thirties. Fine with me. But not my too early planted tomatoes. Afraid they’re goners. I can’t walk the short distance to Artemis to find out. Melissa will tell me today.

I’m eating more. Trying to regain some weight, have more energy. My head drop has worsened. When I walk, my head strains against my neck. Debilitating. As long as I’m seated, head supported, I feel like my old self. When I get up? Not so much.

Tomorrow Bupathi, my medical oncologist.