Hi All,

So the tedium continues, each day starts by trying to swallow, it gets harder each time. Next I need to fill up on chemo, a necessary poison, then it's off to radiation, zapped three times before I'm let up from the table. Then I am sent home to drink as much water as I can, in order to flush the chemo out and get ready for the next day all over again. In between I must try to eat as much as I can and sleep is fitful but often needed through out the day and night . Day after day, night after night, it is the same routine, except now I am off solid food, too hard to swallow, and I expect in time that a feeding tube will be ordered inserted. Day after day the only thing that keeps me going is my angel of mercy, the only one who is always there to smooth my worried brow. The only one who sits through each treatment, hand in mine, the one who hides her tears of concern so as not to weight me down any further. This is my Kathy. She's the one that is up at 545am, listening to me dry heave in retches, for the 5 time, for the 10 day in a row , with a cold cloth for my tired neck. She's the one who tries to keep me fed while my tastiest change daily, she helps keep the myriad of pills in order, and she still has time to try and make me feel good about this whole mess. They say you can tell a lot about a person especially during hard times, some folks just go to pieces when the going gets tough, some people rise to higher levels. Kathy has defiantly taken me to a higher level, again. Yes this is a lonely and harsh road, but it would be many times harder if not for my angel of mercy. My sincerest love to Kathy, my best friend, my wife,.................Ab