The Final Friday

Jim seems to have the morphine miasma under control and the pain, too. Today was the last Friday we have to go out to Rancho for radiation and we are all mighty glad of it. He weathered the night after chemo pretty well. I woke up at 2:30 AM and he was up too, but went back to bed shortly. Alex and I had a brisk walk this morning. There was frost on the rooftops and on the hay bales in one of the unbuilt lots. By the time we got home my hands were completely stiff. It's glove weather at last. She tore off to have her hair cut, I went to have a massage. Then to treatment. We had a wonderful visit with Jordan Davis, himself recovering from a serious injury to his foot and ankle. He is quite at home in the hospital environment!

Two more treatments and we are finished with this business. I gave Jim an injection of Procrit tonight.  We'll see how well it works.

Alex has taken the evening off to have dinner with a friend. Jim has finished his visits to various web sites that support his political point of view, and it is time for all to rest and restore. It has seemed like a very long week, probably because we are so close to the end that we want to hurry the time along. It will not be hastened, however.

This picture is of Cait, Alex, the mother of the bride of last weekend's wedding, and yours truly. Amidst all this travail, there is great joy to be found.