Charlie called me today, wondering how my project’s coming along. He’s been checking in with Dad every few days and knew full well that my project has not been coming along. That is, not my Philadelphia project.
As to the deeper project, the project of myself and my dad, so much has taken place.
For three weeks now, I’ve been spending time with Dad and Mom. His radiation treatments ended today. Three weeks of daily trips to U. Penn., new pictures each day, followed by an hour of setup—all in preparation for each day’s mere seconds of radiation. The pictures look better. The blockage is open. But, frankly, Dad’s only weaker. He is eating more, and Mom and I are glad about that.
I guess I was not really surprised to hear ...