Lisa, no question that we're in the minority at the docs' offices. I did strike up a daily relationship with a guy (prostate) and his wife. Until I couldn't talk any more of course. But it's unquestionably a lonely experience and I can only hope your doctors, nurses and radiation techs are helping you cope.

Great to see your humor coming back! That is key. I have a lifelong friend here in town with whom I'm as close as I am to anyone, and when I started this mess I told him this: "If you ever stop making jokes about my cancer I'm going to take a break from dying and drive over there and kill you." No danger of that, he's a professional humorist and we kept the black humor flowing throughout and to this day.

This shit definitely sucks.

But then you get through to the other side, and the unbelievable feeling of having survived the worst makes every moment of every day its own miracle. And that's something we'll all have, always.

As for you, Barbara - man, I'm sorry to read your post. To have someone so close to you be a burden instead of a help... I can't imagine it. And yes, those daily 20 minutes stuck like a dead butterfly to the radiation table sure are a peach, ain't they!

But I'm glad you're getting out of town. Hope you win big in Vegas!

Both of you, please continue to update us.

Courage!
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