Tuesday's Gone With The Wind
Entry 1 8:48 a.m. Bi-weekly Chemo Week Much Scarier than Shark Week Thursday is chemotherapy for Jenny. Her friend Amelia is taking her. We are saving my sick and vacation days for vacation and cataclysm. I fucking hate chemotherapy week. Watching the cancer eat away at Jenny is terrible enough--and not as bad as it could be given her fortitude and resilience, But chemo and the attendant drugs that go along with it are, well, hell. She is out of it for the first 24-48 hours following chemo. The following 2 days are touch and go, mostly go. We are moving forward as if everything is going to continue, as if the deluge has been forestalled indefinitely. The packing continues apace. I secured a home insurance binder this morning for the new home. A moving company--Jenny's girlfriends recommended a firefighter owned company (imagine if I hired a nurse operated moving company, holy shit)--is coming today to...