Radiation

A week of radiation treatments is now in the books, and it's safe to say that I think radiation therapy is better than chemotherapy in every imaginable way. It doesn't make you sick, it doesn't take long, it doesn't hurt, it involves lots of cool machines and lasers, and it doesn't leave you feeling like you just got your ass kicked by the entire Bolivian Army.

Will it work, though? That remains to be seen. I have reason to believe that it is working, but I have four more weeks to go, so even if I'm being premature, there's still time.

Botanical news flash: we planted a tomato plant in one of those Topsy-Turvy upside-down planters. Rabbits eat basically everything we plant except for some of the pricklier varieties of cacti, and we thought the Topsy-Turvy would be a good way to grow a tomato plant without just feeding the rabbits. And it actually works - the tomato plant seems happy enough to grow upside down, and the rabbits haven't eaten it. But the birds think it's a sort of amusement park and keep breaking off chunks of the tomato plant as they play.

Can't win. Just can't win. But I don't care. I'm so happy to be going through radiation therapy instead of chemotherapy I just can't seem to work up any outrage about the poor tomato plant.

One last item: I calculated the other day that the energy in a single dose of radiation therapy was the same as having Sigourney Weaver thrown at me at the speed of 0.52 miles per hour (I picked her because I've always liked her as an actor, and she seems like she'd be merciless and ruthless to cancer cells).