Day +100 is here!!!

OK - this is it.  Day 100 (plus a few, courtesy of weekends, Easter and stuff).  So we've driven possibly one last time to Wake Forest Baptist Health cancer center to see what kind of shape I'm in.  I've looked at my num bres, of course, and they are all either right in the range they should be in or very close.  The only ones that stand out are my Kappa and Lambda free light chains - Lambda is OK but Kappa is still too high but way down on where it started (as in it started at 76 and is now down to 2.2 so I guess that's an improvement).  I don't get a lot of readings for these things as they involve collecting my urine for 24 hours and then having it analysed in the lab whereas the blood tests are analysed while-u-wait.
I hope it's not a sign - the harp downstairs (or is it a piano?) - is playing "Morning Has Broken", my unfavourite hymn from school.  If all goes well today, I will be going back to school kinda unannounced over the next couple of days to effect a handover with Chris who has been subbing for me and then back in the driver's seat on Monday.  It'll feel a bit odd, I expect, for the kids more than for me.
But now I have taken a number (A177) which I am waiting to come up: they're on A161 and getting through them at about one a minute so it will be a little while.  So I will publish this and carry on after I have seen the specialist, assuming Trump hasn't deported him.

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