Days.....

...of picking up doctors' files and trying--fruitlessly--to get a glimmer of hope. I am putting all the files together (the big controller in action) for tomorrow's visit to Baskin Palmer, probably the best unit of it's kind in the nation. Still, the comment by today's doctor to Ramon that it might be "blindness or death" didn't exactly set the stage for a June Taylor dance number. He's turned over power of attorney to me, nothing I ever wanted unless there's a billion dollar baby involved.