I finished my last round of chemo (the easy stuff) yesterday. As my future daughter-in-law, Katie says, "Check!". I'm scheduled for a final cat scan on monday. We've set up the electric, water, gas, phone and almost internet at the apartment. We're set with a truck for the big move on saturday thanks to Rob Tarbell and Anna Von Gehr. Ian and Bridget will employ their awesome bus driving skills to get our stuff to the apt. My brother, Joe, is organizing the "FOB's". (this reminds me of my friend Marla who coined the phrase "FOM" I'm feeling nervous but I also think this is going to be a mix of dreadful and wonderful. I think there will be a whole lot of wonderful. I've been hearing from friends and really feel the substance of their good wishes and very, very real help.