And the doctor,

DANIEL DOSORETZ, M.D., FACRO https://advocatero.com/doctor/daniel-dosoretz/

there and his assistants Ashley and Ryan were all quite impressive and we liked them a lot!

The plan is for Hubby to have five days of targeted radiation starting next Monday for his stage one lung cancer. And in a few weeks have another CT of the lung and then a few weeks after that another PET scan, and it should be gone!

He has had his three tattoos placed in the chest area for the targets. They look like little blue crosses.

My Athiest husband said now he has faith! (LOL) He was born to a Catholic mother and a Lutheran father. Oddly enough he also came up positive for BRCA 1 and 2 genes that are very often associated with Ashkenazi Jews, women like myself, and breast cancer, but men can hereditarily get the gene that makes them more susceptible to other cancers.

"Mutations in the BRCA1/2 genes can be passed to you from either parent, affecting cancer risk in men and women. Ashkenazi Jews with these mutations may also have an increased risk of ovarian, pancreatic, prostate, and skin cancer."
Mysterious mezuzah placed appropriately in the medical facilities door jamb.

The doctor mentioned above told us to notify our sons about the BRCA 1 and 2 gene since it might very well affect them! And so I did as soon as we got home and told them they should be tested as per Dr. D. They are 47 and 51 years old and did choose not to have children which made me sad, but now I realize it could have been a negative medical issue if they had pursued it...

Tomorrow I go for my outpatient lumbar injections at the hospital. Today we have the day off!

Hubby not only has radiation for five days next week he has another biopsy, this time of his lymph nodes in his bladder, and then he will also be starting chemo...I will also be meeting my new pulmonologist that Thursday... my last one died suddenly in March of a heart attack while SCUBA diving!

Too busy with necessary things.

MY MUSES are below!

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months and 4 years old, now 5!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made.

I will comply for its fun, so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

Hello, I am Bella, in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie. I might be seven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes, that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!