Our number-two daughter starts radiation therapy this week.
I gather that she’ll be going in Monday through Friday, but if I knew how long it will be going on, I’ve lost that bit of information.
Quite aside from the worry I’m probably feeling about the cancer we all hope has already been removed — I don’t know how she and that household will manage the logistics.
They live in rural North Dakota. She’ll be going to a medical facility that’s about an hour down the road. That’s about two hours of each weekday, right there.
Add whatever time it takes to sign in, get the radiation treatment(s) done, and sign out: my guess is that there’ll be about three hours out of each weekday, 15 hours each week, dedicated to this medical process.
Make that 30 hours, if the treatments make driving an ill-advised activity.
She and our son-in-law are operating businesses, as well as raising our grandchild. I don’t know how they’ll get everything done. But I’m pretty sure they will.
As for what’s next in reference to the cancer: I’m hoping that it will be in remission. Or gone. Hoping and praying, and I’ll wind this up with more-or-less-related links:
- “Family Health Issues: Cancer, a Smile, Tubes, and Waiting“
(February 12, 2024) - “Cancer in the Family, Update: Operation This Week“
(February 6, 2024) - “Cancer in the Family“
(January 27, 2024) - “In Praise of Lilacs, Blue Sky and Rain“
(May 29, 2021)
