Taking a break while David deals with latest chemo infusion. An amazing extension of a stunningly Dark Ages kind of cancer treatment. Fry 'em with radiation and then poison 'em with toxic chemicals. Hair gone, energy tanking. Woo hoo!! A little bit more.
It was not heartening to watch the oncology nurse haul out a haz-mat kit to clean up a small spill from David's IV. She clamped a protective mask on her face, donned special gloves and kneepads, used special cloths to absorb the tiny spill, and then scrubbed the spot on the floor three separate times.
Meanwhile, the same substance was drip drip dripping into David's body.
Back with you soon as I can.