Matagorda was sucha great place to get away I think I quite literally was hung over from total immersement that I experienced. I havnt since the Brain surgery slept very well, I still have not arranged things to get that in order. When I am home it really isnt a huge problem, my wife complains some and I understand totally. The problem really shoots to the forefront when we spent time with company, as we did when my family was here and in Matagorda. Ultimately it all rests on my shoulders to seperate my self from the company and go to bed, why would one do that if you are enjoying the company and they show no sign of flagging themselves? So many things to figure out and life kinda has to be dealt with as well. When we arrived home from Matagorda we had a ton of business stuff to get done before Monday could proceed. We were both tired from the weekend and had to work well into the night to complete needed issues. There was no opportunity available yesterday for a post, with a lot business to take care of , so here I am today having shaken of my Matagorda hangover and resumed the quirky life that is mine. Chemotherapy begins this morning, I enter this arena with a fair amount of trepidation, having not the foggiest of ideas what I will experience. The treatment center has certainly done their job giving out the proper information and possible side effects, there are so many variables and much of is individual, therin lies the trepidation. Having transcended the primary battle, a little worn and tattered, I shall fight on through this and take what comes my way. I know no other method.

Always with love,

Tony.