On Friday we had our first appointment at the clinic in our new city. I picked D up from work and we drove there. I was very nervous driving in the central business area, both because of the traffic and because of the tall buildings (I don't like earthquakes). But we made it in plenty of time and there was lots of easy parking available. I also felt nervous about starting treatment again. I really don't want to go through it all again, but there is enough hope for a different outcome that I am willing to try again. It seems that D has never given up and really doesn't want to stop trying yet.