Now that I've got my rhetoric class behind me, I find myself thinking more and more about the impending cancer treatments facing my husband. It's kinda sad that I've been so thoroughly focused on school that I've been glossing over what's really important. Visiting with the radiation guy the other day made me feel better about some aspects of the procedure, but has really freaked me out about others. I know it will be okay. I know that there is no need for or help in worrying. I know that I just need to have faith. It's a struggle though. I may know all these things, but it's the things that I don't that are making me it tough.
A week and a half. That's how much of first semester we have left. That's how long until D-- starts treatments. It feels like a lifetime.
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