We continued to hash through our options Saturday morning: seek further treatment (scans, tumor removal, and radiation therapy); get on the road and go; or stay home to be with friends and family? Unlike before, no one option was standing out over the others. We finally called Dr. O’Keefe in hopes of some new insight that might help make a decision. Dr. O’Keefe encouraged me to follow through with a PET/CT scan that had tentatively been scheduled for Monday. He urged that only with more information about the status of the tumors, could he give a sound recommendation. After we got off the phone with Dr. O’Keefe we both felt comforted that we finally had a plan that made sense, and could move forward with some clarity.
That night we decided we would get out of bed and have a nice dinner together. At the south end of the Irondquoit Bay, we found a place called LaSalle’s. We had driven by there many times before and thought that it could be interesting. We would at least go up and look at the menu posted outside. As we got out of the car, the hostess opened the door for us, so without a chance to see the menu, we felt committed. By the time we were seated, I think we both felt as if we had made the wrong choice. We stuck it out and neither of us were overly impressed, but we left with full stomachs. For dessert, we both thought it sounded best to stop at Wegmans and enjoy it in bed watching another episode of American Experience; this time learning about the Hoover Dam.