Too Much on Our Plait

It has been a while since my last update. Lots has occurred. Jason has six treatments of radiation left. We soon will enter the next phase of Jason's treatment. He will be meeting with his neuro-oncologist in the next two weeks. From there, he will take his chemotherapy one week on, three weeks off for six months, unless his doctor wants to do something else. He will then have his follow-up MRI at the end of October/early November to see how effective his treatment was/is. October will be the longest month of this year. We saw the lawyer two weeks ago regarding our wills. We filled out the paperwork, and now we wait for each document to be drawn up, so we can sign them and make them official, legal documents. It was a surreal and sad experience, but necessary. Jason is struggling with the grief that his diagnosis has caused him. He has a wonderful therapist who is helping him work through these feelings. He also has me -- I will continue to be his sounding board and confidante, as ...

Two and a half weeks of chemo and radiation down -- two and a half to go. [Insert cliche "Livin' on a Prayer" chorus line here.] Jason is doing really well. No nausea or vomiting, not much pain except in his head every so often, but the doctor thinks it's due to the nerves reconnecting and reviving post-surgery. Overall, things are good with him. I, however, have been struggling of late. I've had two meltdowns at work. Unexpected for sure, but I was able to get through the rest of the day. It's come to the point now where everything is hitting me, and the reality of it all has finally found its mark. I've known the past two-ish months that I haven't really been taking care of myself. I was on a health journey, and it kind of went stagnant but stable earlier this year. It fell apart when all this happened. I ate whatever, didn't care the medicine wasn't working for me anymore, and didn't really bother with myself. Jason was my focus -- I wou...

One week of chemo and radiation down. Four more to go. Jason is doing well, but starting to feel the side effects a little. He's tired earlier in the day, and has some tingling/itching on his scalp, but that could be from the nerves resetting from surgery. We will be creating our wills. What a thing to think about.  I know it is something we need to think about, and something we probably should have done a long time ago, but with what's happening... ugh. I don't like it at all. It feels like we're speaking it into existence. I know that's not it, but it's the feeling, you know? I just hope that it becomes where you take all the precautions and it doesn't happen. That'd be lovely -- to not have to consider any of this until maybe 30-40 years from now. My parents have been amazing. They have been taking over transporting Jason to and from treatments each day so I can go to work. It's been a huge relief, but part of me feels like I should be doing all o...