Rats

I finally lost patience and called the clinical trials nurse around midday Thursday, and she said that she had been meaning to call...the powers that be in Geneva have apparently decided that gliosarcoma is not included in the clinical trial Manford had hoped to participate in. The doctor called later that day, and he sounded quite disappointed and frustrated, too, but will meet with us on Monday to plan standard treatment, which, as I understand it, will be six weeks of radiation and Temozolomide, then follow-up treatment with Temozolomide for six months. I guess the advantage is they can't complain if we try whatever else might seem to work (e.g., blueberries, visualization, lots of hot mineral spas like they have down every road here, we'll see).

The other rats are that Emily asked, very tentatively, for permission to be a rat monitor...I think this means she will help to take care of the pet rats at school, and occasionally bring them home for the weekend. She didn't think I would approve, but I said I'm a psychologist with a long history of rats...maybe this is a good compromise pet. She has been longing for her own pet for years (Charlie doesn't count), and the worm farm doesn't seem to be filling that role.