Tomorrow is the next CT scan. The usual crap, drink some foul tasting chemical that will somehow highlight my innards to the donut shaped electronic gizmo that they will run me through. They test me on Monday. Friday is Ground Hog day. If the specialist sees a shadow on my scan, it's six more week of chemo.

I've had two good scans and my CA-19s have dropped both times. How long will my luck hold? Yeah I'm nervous. I need to pass every test. The stakes are really high. Failure is an option that has deep, deep ramifications.

I'm going to be sleeping very restless tonight.