Ex's Brain Radiation, Day 13 of 15

This has been the worst day of this current treatment. Ex said he had a headache all night, but I don't remember seeing him out of his bed on any of my umpteen trips to the bathroom last night.

He's been vacant all day. Lights are on, but nobody's home. I feel a little like that myself. I'm sure it shows in this post.

We made it to radiation, and we came home and that's been that. As I worked, he spent half the day sleeping, sitting up in his office chair, and another few hours sleeping in the lounger, and then now, he's sleeping, upright, on the couch.


He seems to be most comfortable sitting forward, which is fine, only I'm afraid he's going to fall forward into the coffee table. I've been on high alert all day.

I always thought that most people who don't feel well gravitate toward their beds. But not the Ex. Not now. Not ever.

The will that made this man work for all these months since his diagnosis is apparently the same will that is keeping him upright. But for me, it's been like tending spinning plates on a pole.

Just now, he asked for help to get up. That's a first. I helped him to the bathroom, and after some coercing, I finally talked him into laying down his head.

I'm so relieved. His head is down and his horribly swollen feet are up. Watching him teeter on the pivital point of his chair all day has made me tired. Surely, it has tired him some too.

He doesn't seem to be in any pain, but he is just generally uncomfortable. Please, God, let him enjoy his horizontal rest and let tomorrow be a better day.

Oh, wait. He's up again. Gotta go. Spinning plates to tend.