Dad, Lisa Costello and I are off to the airport momentarily. Flying home to Portland. We’ll be there about a week before we come back to Maryland for the next steps at NIH.
In the mean time, due to the need for strict health hygiene in the run up to lung surgery, I am going to have to pick up some surgical masks on the way to the airport, and wear one on the plane. I purely hate that. This is also affecting some of my social plans for next week, as I need to be careful about environments and behaviors that would increase my risk of viral or bacterial transmission.
(No hot tub for me, in other words.)
Ah, science. Ah, cancer. At least I’m going home.