Who’s not excited about Jacob’s mission call to Alabama! He’ll be the fourth from our family to go there, after Vanessa, Trent, and Bevan. They can all tell you it’s a totally different
culture and language, only you don’t learn the language in the MTC. It’s totally on-the-job. Jacob says it’s good he’s not going until January because John’s office has to find and train someone to replace him. All my friends who go to Ackerson Eyecare have been telling me about that nice young grandson of ours who helped them choose frames, or dispensed their glasses, or whatever else he does. Everyone will miss him when he goes.
Super Sunday will be next week in Layton, with Paul and Stefanie hosting. Paul says it will probably be at a park, so I’ll put the address in my letter next week. Super Sunday rocks! It’s sure been fun since we started this tradition.
Does anybody want a raccoon? Come and get her! She hangs out in our garage in the early morning, and Scout seems to be afraid of her. Well, she’s bigger! There was a morning last week when he didn’t come for his cat food at all, and we really worried about him, but that fat ambling raccoon was queen of the garage. Sonia doesn’t seem to mind her, but she mostly hangs out on the back deck, when she’s outside.
I had a good visit with my oncologist, Dr. Lewis, on Wednesday. I had him pull up my scans, and we saw that my tumors shrank about 20% from this last round of treatments. I was hoping he’d have a better plan for my future chemo, (better than the NP) because I sure don’t want to have it all the time! So he suggested a routine of two months on and two months off. He even gave me a medical paper to read that showed people with my strain of cancer actually live longer on the on-again, off-again routine. I’ll go for that! My next chemo will probably start late in November, about Thanksgiving time, so I might not be able to host it this year. When the time gets closer I’ll let you all know for sure.
Friday afternoon I went to the Heber airport with Dad and John to watch them put the glider together and get John launched. That sure is a fun place to hang out! Glider people are sort of a club–they all know each other and help with each others’ launches. It’s fun to sit in the hanger and talk to them. A lot of mini jets were taking off and landing, but they’re so dang loud! I was glad I’m partly deaf.
It’s all good! Love, Mom