I love trials. LOOOOOOOOOVE ’em. I love standing up in front of strangers, with a stranger to them sitting at the defendant’s table, I love looking that their skeptical faces and wading in….. I love the competition of it…. I love winning. Actually, I like winning so much, I take satisfaction from beating my six year old at board games. I figure, “how psyched will she be someday to finally beat mama?!!” (Inwardly thinking, “as if THAT will ever happen!”) I am about to start a new trial. One I have no experience in, and one in which i do NOT get to be the center of attention….. it seems…. not as appealing as my usual trials. This “Trial” is a trial of a new drug. Serafanib. (‘God bless you!”) Serafanib is approved in treatment of renal cancer…. it was explained to me how it is effective by a very brilliant doctor… here is what I heard —-> you take this pill, and it helps prevent the bad asshole cancer from being able to adapt around whatever other pills you are taking to kill/stun it and prevent it from attacking your healthy asshole cells. So, the smart people want to see if it would have the same beneficial effect on breast cancer. So, now I am in a trial. I have to take my normal hormonal drugs, AND this Serafanib. The side effects of Serafanib seem to be not so awful… although, and I am worried about this one… most people develop hand and foot callouses…. so, does this give me carte blanche to get pedi/mani? Or, do I lose sensation in these areas… only time will telll, I guess. Life is like a box of chocolates… you never know when you’re going to bite into that disgusting goopy filled one and almost vomit.

As an update to the ass shot of lupron that I take every 28 days…. I have not had a hot flash.

I have joined a gym. My home health aide and myself are now members of a swanky gym with a pool. We did aqua pilates. I actually stood in chest high water with numerous old betty’s and did synchronized water pilates. Either the apocalypse is upon us, or, I am no longer 18. I actually enjoyed it. I think I performed the class tasks better than any other person there that day. I feel I EXCEL at aqua pilates. The 72 year old woman next to me can eat my perfectly balanced and core engaged bubbles. (insert joke here)