An absolute favorite line by Valéry, which I think Prévert quoted with small changes after the war: "the wind rises, let us try to live."
A phone call from the nurse just before she left at the end of the day: the medications have failed (not unexpected news), so I have just spent a finicky but pleasurable half-hour locating all of my newer pills in bags, bottles of medications, needles, disposal bins et al. and putting them in the back room to return to the clinic.
So: a couple, or more, years of coasting, then we see what the next treatments are.
And I don't plan on being stampeded into taking toxic meds, sooner than is really necessary, next time...
But, as for right now: I may start feeling ridiculously hale and hearty within a few days or weeks, if previous experience indicates anything.
And that will be fun....
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