I was beginning to think that M.D. Anderson had forgotten all about me, and that was just fine. Yesterday, however, my oncologist called and asked me if I could come in today. That's unheard of. They must have suddenly remembered me. Anyway, I went in and got mostly good news. The not-so-good part is that my PSA has crept up over 4 again. The good part is that the doctor isn't worried about it and has postponed chemo again. I'll go in after the holidays for testing, and then we'll decide about the chemo. Maybe the PSA will go down again. Cross your fingers.