It’s too bad the chemo lab doesn’t have a liquor license or we would have popped a cork today. They can dispense all sorts of controlled substances, but not alcohol. How weird is that? I haven’t had a drink in weeks—thanks to what interferon has done to my taste buds. I may try a little merlot tonight since this is certainly an occasion to celebrate. The infusions are history, and the central venous catheter is gone. On to new adventures next week.