I'm typing this as I recline in a chemo-chair. There is a drip going on into my arm. They are treating my non hotchkins lymphoma for the umpteenth time. I have battling this cancer for 15 years I have lost count of times they have beat it back. The doc tells me that after they beat it back to a manageable level with old fashioned chemo drugs, they will put me on newer oral anti-cancer drugs that I will take daily. I'm told this will keep the cancer at bay. I'm looking forward to returning to my home. I'm prepared for the long battle that will take me into mid December. Yesterday I hired a young man to help me perform the annual routine maintenance on my whole house generator. Let it snow, I'm ready. I paid the young man $100 cash for about two hours of his time. He was glad to get. It would have cost me much more if I had it done by the company that installed my generator. I told him every move to make and he followed my instructions well. I'm too weak and shaky to do it myself because of my cancer load. I then handed my PS90 to young man and we walked down to my pistol range and shot several steel targets. I would tell him which target to hit and he never missed. He is a deer hunter. He shot up about $15 worth ammo but it was fun for both of us. He told that if I need any help with anything during my chemo to give him a call. It's good to have friends at times like this.