|Lily and her mom|
John must be finished with his urologist's appointment, so I'll find out in the morning what has been decided for his treatment. There are many options for prostate cancer treatment, but since he has a rather aggressive form of it, I suspect the options will be limited. I just want him to get better, selfishly.
On the way to the bus this morning, in early twilight, I saw a woman with her dog on a leash on the sidewalk in front of me. She had stopped at the local kiosk that dispenses doggy doo bags, so I went around them, stepping out into the street from the sidewalk. At least I tried: as soon as the dog saw me, he lunged at me and bit my hand. I was wearing heavy-duty gloves, thank goodness, or it would have been much worse. Here's a picture of the damage:
|My glove was not torn, but my skin sure was|