I envision a Donald-Trump kind of scene. "Mr Dyslexia, you suck at dying. You're fired!"
Lady Diane made a pot of tea and we spent hours on the patio chatting/sipping tea, watching the hummingbirds/finches...... Lady Diane and I had a wonderful afternoon. We anticipate many more such delightful afternoons.
. . . on the one hand I need a positive emotional attitude so I don't sabotage my treatment but on the other hand I need to avoid unrealistic expectations
as we post Lady Diane is heating up some frozen king crab legs, we've never done this before; it's experimental. It might kill me.