When being ProChoice sucks.
Brigid called this morning. Doug has decided to not go for radiation treatments. Gina is of course crushed angry and then I just got an email from her saying the same. Apparently he accused her of running around on him yesterday as he was sure she didn't meet us. I'm suspicious of drug interactions from anti depressants are making him psychotic. How the hell do you let go when the person who is fighting for their life choose to not do this? The vows to love, honor and cherish cover plenty but are stretched when fighting a losing battle. Up to now the chemo has been very successful. How can anyone measure that they are ready to not fight for another good day? Yet I'm not in their place. The trials of our life this year are testing our metal for future trials. It is difficult to stay in this moment and not fret about what the future holds until I remind myself how our life together has been a fantastic adventure and more is yet to come.