I am always amazed at how quickly time passes, even at a point of my life when I might want the flow to slow a bit, it blurs on by. Friday ends my adventure in radiation, The Doctor tells me it has been a success, I have few reasons to believe otherwise. Other than a sunburn on my bald head it wasnt terribly traumatic either. The Cancer treatment train rumbles on, it now feels like an unstoppable force, more than once yesterday I found myself thinking " I would like to get off now" No such luck in that regard. In all fairness, the treatment center that is working with me do an incredible job under difficult circumstances. To a person they have been professional and helpful, how they keep a positive and mostly cheerful attitude is way beyond me. The radiation dept treats what I find myself upon as a sort of graduation, the departing patient rings a bell and has confetti thrown. I understand the need to congratulate a person for the completion of what for some is very difficult process. I experienced none of that, am I also due a congratulation? Pammy and I attended what the cancer center calls Chemo Class yesterday, they said it would take an hour and half, I guess it did, although it seemed like it was hours. I now know evrything I never wanted to know about Chemotherapy, certainly there are peices of information I needed and will use. I guess it was necessary for the Nurse that was hosting the class to talk in circle and repeat herself adnauseum, I do not have a lot of patience for that stuff. Armed with this information I march into Chemo therapy on Tues, the largest concern at this point is nausea. There is nothing appealing about this, I trust tho that the doctor is well on top of the potiential problem. the receiving of the Chemo will happen once every three weeks and intententionally is structured casually, I have no real precoceived notions of what I will experience during and after, so my plan is is to trudge on dealing with what comes up as it does.

Always with love,
Tony.