Seven (weeks) to go...
My hero still stands tall, side effects of radiation minimal.
I've been to each of his treatment sessions this week; the technology blows me away.
They overlay the planning CT scan atop one taken each day so that he is in the exact same position +/- 1mm before they deliver the radiation.
45 minimal doses given every day except weekends over nine weeks so that the target cells are destroyed and have no time to recover, but good cells that are on the periphery of the treatment area, the collateral damage, do have time.
The staff at the hospital are professional, kind, interested, just amazing.
By contrast, FIL has been hospitalized this week in need of a pacemaker.
He's in another hospital on the outskirts of town...we went to visit last night. What a nightmare of a place.
What I find most interesting is no matter how much we think we have everything under control, how incredibly wrong we are.
We have our schedule, a great flat near the hospital loaned to us by a good friend to stay in during the week; caring people to see and be with during this time...so we have all the bases covered - we should both be absolutely fine...
and yet we are fragile and exhausted and just desperately want to be home.
Funny old life isn't it?