Screw you, Frank Sinatra
This has proven to be a difficult year, full of changes and upheavals with an uncharted future ahead. My brother is going to the Dana Farber Cancer Institute twice a month for infusions of chemo therapy.... well, no, that's not quite right. He had the first infusion in early October, and found it so debilitating that he considered giving up altogether. Fortunately, he decided to give the oncologists another shot, and the second time was much less awful. He's still rather thin, but his appetite is coming back, and water apparently no longer has a disgusting aftertaste, so I'm going to hope for the best.