My lungs, though wounded, have chosen to deny The Dark Side and step into the light.
My left lung, the smaller, weakling, runt of a respirator is really pulling his weight lately. It's about time, dude!
The fungal balls do not appear to have any new growth and they were able to nab a few, (can you believe that they wouldn't let me keep them?!) and the scar tissue looks to be healing. The biopsy results are still pending, but my pulmonologist seems hopeful.
Monday I go in for what I really hope it my last dental procedure.
Tuesday I'll have more blood drawn for 57 (facetious overestimation ) more tests.
Wednesday is a summit meeting with my medical team to go over this weeks findings.
Thursday meet with infectious disease doctor to discuss possible clinical trial.
Friday sleep. Lots and lot of sleep.