95%

That's about where I'm at in terms of how I'm feeling. Most things are functioning normally. Only two residual side effects: digestive system has yet to find its groove and I wake up every morning with really stiff, painful hands and feet.

It may be that 95% is as good as its going to get.

It may be that 95% is as good as anyone ever feels.

We're coming up to the anniversary of my diagnosis. So I'll be having mammograms and a consultation with Dr. Bader at the end of next week. I have to say I'm quite anxious about this, although the likelihood of anything having recurred are less than general population at this point. Its probably just that I don't want to find out how much I weigh......

Two Countries Divided By A Common Language

Just back from first visit to the UK post diagnosis. It was very interesting how my British family and friends approached the subject of my health. Most asked me how I'm feeling, said I looked good and that was it. With one exception, perhaps: I'm sure my friend Caroline would have liked to hear more were it not for her needle phobia.

My American friends and family, in contrast, like to get deep into the detail of the whole process.

I'm sure both groups are equally curious, its just that the British are too polite.

I don't mind either way.

Separately, I think I've managed to pack back on every single pound lost since treatment began, due to the endless celebrating both in the States and across Europe.

But who cares? Life, as we know, is too short.