Confusion

We thought we had an appointment Tuesday for a dose of radiotherapy. We were wrong. It was just to map out the lie of the land and "X marks the spot" for the treatment.

So here we are, Thursday, we have an appointment. His painkillers are running out, he has had severe constipation that has only just overnight and this morning started to clear up.

This is some bastard punishment for us thinking the shrinking of the tumour was a good sign. If governments only put as much effort into keeping citizens alive and healthy as they do to finding ways of exterminating any life forms, shit like this would not happen.

Sorry to rant, but it's that or go mad, and I know which is the better alternative.