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Today was the LAST F-ING DAY of Burke’s radiotherapy (as in radiation, not music).  And the end of his cancer treatment, altogether.  I surprised him at the clinic, and got a little tour of the radiation room and the machine to which he’s been bolted down for 10 minutes/day, 5 days/week, for the past 3 1/2 weeks.

3 months of crap.  It beats dying.  Someday, perhaps, you’ll be able to take a couple of "cancer-be-gone" pills, and that will be that.  Until then, there’s surgery, chemotherapy, radiotherapy (the benevolent side of nuclear energy), etc.  Oh, and he was doing a lot of supplement/diet stuff, at least until everything started to taste like salty metal.

So we’re going to stay at a f-ing beach resort in Jamaica for 5 days.  I just wanted us to get away together, somewhere with a beach and no worries.  Jamaica was the travel agent’s idea.  I didn’t have the energy to plan a trip that aligns more closely with our values.  We’ll try not to be asshole tourists, promise.

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