Day 23/24 We’re in our radiation groove now. Routines aren’t a bad thing. There is a certain comfort when you don’t have to think every second about what comes next; when things just kinda click into their slot in the day. It used to be more that way. It’s funny how just the weekend before all this started Sis and I were talking about finding a way to break up our established routines, just to get out of the ruts we felt like we were in. When we go to radiation treatment Sis is starting to work the waiting room. She knows everybody’s name. When she walks in she announces herself to the girls at the desk in that loud voice that say’s, “I’m here!” to the whole room. She talks to everybody who comes in, and goes out. She asks all the fellow patients how they’re sleeping. Sleep seems to be an issue for most people fighing with this. Everybody seems to be struggling to sleep. Sis is doing better with her sleep. We pray for sound sleep at night when it’s time to sleep and it’s working. Sis deals with all the people who are helping her (she calls them techs) as if they work for her ... and you know what, they do. I’m seeing more of the old Sis every day. She’s starting to rebel over the food I’m forcing her to eat. It’s an absolute delight to get to argue with her a little bit. She’s getting fiesty again. She’s trying to negotiate a meal just the way she wants it. She keeps playing the “If you could have anything to eat you wanted, what would it be?” game with me. I don’t feel too bad about what I’m making her eat ... I’m eating the same stuff. <back