The Triumph of Hope Over Experience
Entry 1 9:38 a.m. " Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It’s abominable. When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day like any other day, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? [ Calmer .] They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more." -Samuel Beckett, "Waiting for Godot" Jenny is attached to the chemo pump. She sobbed uncontrollably much of the morning, and intermittently this afternoon and evening. I was in meetings this morning, so apart from making her breakfast during a break, I was upstairs working in the office. Tonight she said the thing she says on day 2 of the pump, "I don't want to do this anymore." I gave her a hug and some words of encouragement--that tomorrow will be better and the day after she will be fine. She knows. S...