We have mixed feelings about the trip to New York on Tuesday: there will be no more radiation treatments on the one hand, but on the other, we have no more trips to Manhattan until the next checkup in October. (The doctor made the decision that the full course of 33 treatments, already completed, pushed the Old Man to the brink. I can attest to that. Dr. H feels that further treatments don't offer enough benefit to outweigh the possibility that they could "push him over the edge".)

So, now we get to sleep late occasionally, loll around in jammies, and work on healing and getting strong. Already seeing some improvement in the dizziness/fainting situation as he gets farther away from the chemo (whew) and that gives ME a little more, uh, freedom. The other big goal is to get him trying to swallow things as the throat heals (doc was pleased on that front) and to build back some of the muscle he's lost. Physical therapist coming next week to deal with that.

Keep those prayers and positive thoughts coming our way....the PET and CT scans in December will tell the tale.