Ex's Brain Radiation, Day 8 of 15

Seems like today was a rough one, emotionally.

Ex cried, he got angry, he was quiet and sullen. I have to work hard at not taking any of it personally. It's the steriods, I keep telling myself.

We made it through radiation, a little early, again today. Then we drove to the other side of the universe for a good deal on gas, and then we returned home.

I stay busy with work between outings, but I frequently catch Ex staring off into space. He's all walled in there.
He's sad that he's dying and his body is withering. He's mad that there isn't a guidance counselor for people with terminal disease. And by God, if he wants a cookie, or some ice cream or some other sugar-laden treat, he has it.

I try to remind him about sugar, but he has so few pleasures in life left. If it makes his misery end sooner, I suppose that is a sweet way to do it. He knows the facts. It's a risk he takes anyway.

We're more than halfway through now. Thank goodness we only have one more day of radiation this week.

Stay tuned. The fun never stops in Exville.