Erik, two more weeks have gone by. the roller coaster attacks on your cancer are taking it's toll on you too. My wife used to tell me "dying ain't this easy". She's nuts. But I digress. You will make it and it really is the hardest thing you will go through unless you get stranded in the jungle in Sumatra in which case the dysentary is worse. Be that as it may (this is my attempt to make you smile even though I know a smile is probably not possible), take lots of great drugs, even the expensive ones for the gut. I took Roxecett by the gallon and $35 gut pills so I could spend some time with dignity outside the bathroom. You are or should be at the end of the treatments near as one can tell. The week after the end, it still gets a little worse. Then, it gets better, and better, and fantastic.
My daughter had me watch the Return of the Pink Panther or Revenge of or whatever. When Inspector Clueseau (sp?) tried and failed to get across the moat, I laughed for the first time in weeks. The pain in my mouth hurt from the laughter and caused tears but the laughter speeded up my recovery, of this I am sure.
We are with you Erik. Life really does get better. Flyboy