Message 536

Yesterday I watched Stanford beat USC and the Sharks beat St. Louis. I also read about half of The Economist. In the evening I watched a DVD of the German movie for which the English title is Gloomy Sunday. It is a well made movie by people I was not at all familiar with. It was mostly shot in Budapest and is an allegory about World War 2 and what it did to the people in Europe. It was a lot about music, and it had the bizarre conceit that a song written by a piano player in a restaurant caused lots of people commit suicide. The message was that all the elegance, sophistication, and refinement of European culture was severely tested by the insanity of the German actions during the war. I give it four stars.

I am writing this message while I wait for an hour to pass before I can eat breakfast. I took my last Boniva this morning. I am glad to be finished with it and with Fosomax. It has been about five years now since I started this chemotherapy, and my doctor says that should be enough. In general I feel so much better these days that I can believe I can do fine without it.