Update

Sonneteering notwithstanding, the CT process is rarely all that much fun. I have to skip lunch (on tamale day this time, insult to injury), drink barium, and be injected with luminescent dyes. All things considered, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. While being pelted with monkey poo.
But, fortunately, there is good news from the latest scan: there is no longer any sign of lymphadenopathy anywhere in my chest. I'll still be in chemo for two years, but all signs point to the fact that my chemo is working.
Everyone keep your fingers crossed for me, and thank you for your thoughts and prayers,
Lo