Tomorrow it will be three weeks since my dad’s first chemotherapeutic infusion and that means it will be time for another. Which, to put it very bluntly, means he’ll feel like “shit” [and I quote him] for several days following.
We’ll also learn if the chemo is having any retardant benefit—it will by no means cure him. If not, the only decision will be whether to continue it strictly for its palliative value. At least this time, with her sister here, my mom won’t have to spend hours waiting with only my stuperous father to talk to.
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