Roller coaster

Crusty Girl just passed not 3 weeks ago and I am honestly not ready to go through this again. The emotional roller coaster is going to kill me. I was worried this morning that the Old Man wasn't eating, but he just woke up and scarfed down a plate of cold steak. I was warned that, like people on chemo, there are goods days and bad... it seems more like there are good seconds and bad eternities.

It seems like the clock is sliding towards 4pm, when he needs to get his next (and last, for this week) dose of the Cytoxan. There are days when I get so much work done that I think I can stop time, and then there are days like today when time goes too fast.