The early Simpsons episodes had some great moments in them.  The one I sometimes think of is Homer’s take on the 5 stages of grief. (23 second clip, worth a giggle http://goo.gl/sDzOB)  I have been thinking of the “bargaining” stage post radiation treatments.  As I mentioned in a previous post, the nice thing about going through the daily treatments is that you feel like you are making progress. Like one of those old school counters, you feel like you’re moving forward clicking over with each blast. Zap, click… zap, click. Progress. But you are seductively sucked into thinking there is some “deal” or “bargain” with the universe that it will somehow work. “OK universe, I zap the shit out of my guts, and you will make me cancer free and I will be better, right ?” I guess deep inside, I sort of feel that way with Kath’s radiation treatments, except of course, there is no deal, there is no bargain and the universe has no customer service department to complain.
Friday was definitely another low point. Kathleen was one barf away from being re-admitted to the hospital. I wont go into the gory details, but after 24hrs of not eating anything at all, its rather disconcerting to throw up a good quantity of something. After the second episode that morning, she agreed to call the cancer center if it happened again. After the 3rd she did and they said after the 4th, she will need to go to Emerg. Luckily no 4th. Then Saturday, a little better. A little food eaten, a little less pain. A bit more bites of food and a car ride to Sears to get a new vacuum cleaner

Summer walk

Sunday, well, not worse. Enough improvement to go on a very slow walk to enjoy the August evening sun.
Hopefully things will continue to improve like they have over the past 2 days, but if not, well no refunds eh ?

—Mike