Priorities

Zach here. Just wanna say:

I can't wait for chemo tomorrow.

Weird thing to say, isn't it? But it's true.

There is a minor, but obvious reason: every session brings us a little closer to finishing. After tomorrow, we're at the 1/3 mark on the chemo regimen; right now we're at the 1/6 mark which somehow seems much smaller.

There is also a major reason. Chemo means I get to see my wife.

You see, I've spent the last four days working 8-10 hour shifts at a freelance graphics job. I do this from time to time when the acting work is quiet; and this week was a busy week. 38 hours logged since noon on Monday.

Of course, I'm not the one who has to endure the dripdripdrip of the drugs through the port tomorrow. That honor is reserved for my beloved. But I'll be there all day with her, holding her hand, fluffing her pillows and fetching her goodies from Chelsea Market across the street (Fatwich brownies have been known to be popular). And spending some nice quiet time with her. And looking at her, awake, which I've hardly done since last weekend.

Nope. Can't wait.