I'm now one-fourth of the way through my radiation treatment. No ill effects yet, as expected. The worst is yet to come.
I've already warned Marian that I plan to whine endlessly when the pain starts. But maybe I'll give her a break once in a while and whine to you guys instead. Something to look forward to.
I wish my wish for little suffering would do you some physical good...
My wife did a six-week course of radiation therapy about 10 years ago. For her, fatigue was as much a factor as pain. Though the location probably matters. Hers was her brain.
Good news: She's still with us. The surgery plus radiation plus chemo seems to have worked, as she's gone more than 10 years now without recurrence.
Double Plus Good!!!!
I love a good whine. Best wishes.
White or rosé in the afternoon, blood red in the evening.
Sparkling for breakfast.
I recommend whining to us and not to Marian, because we aren't close enough to kick you.
Damn!!!k. Shit just keeps happening to you. Hug Marion and the cats tight.
Whine away.
Keep Charlie and Hilbert around. They are definitely helpful in healing
Pot lollipop. Or brownies.
With a little whine . . .
As others have said we'll take the whine over the alternative.
I hope it goes well.
That's OK. Text whining is a lot easier to take than in person whining. We can handle it.
We are here for you, brother.