I spoke too soon when I went on and on about how easy radiation therapy is. Turns out it wipes me out as much as chemo did. I come home from treatments each day about noon, sit down in my recliner, and sometimes that's about as far as I get. Watery eyes have prevented me from reading much, so I nap and nap and eventually crawl out of the chair to get supper or go to bed. This is very discouraging.
However, my treatment Tuesday will put me halfway through the 22 treatments I'm to have. That will lift my spirits for sure. At least the tiredness is the only side effect of this part of my fight against cancer and for that I am very grateful. I'm even getting my sense of taste back, after months of everything tasting like cardboard. Since Dave's cousin sent me a box of See's chocolates, that's a very good thing. He spoils me awfully, having sent chocolates and flowers earlier.
I suppose this weekend, especially today, I'm just generally sad because it's dreary and rainy here which makes my grief over the victims of the school shooting in Connecticut so much worse. I have lived in Connecticut, not far from Newtown. That little town is a Christmas-card pretty New England town where you think of involved, loving parents and their beautiful children. It's a small town haven from the cities and people live there particularly in order to give their children the best possible childhood. Now of course people will think of this tragedy when they think of Newtown, but those parents whose children survived the horror will be especially loving and again strive to give the kids the best possible childhood. I wish them the best.