The radiation nurse calls me back to encourage me to wait a day and come in for the last treatment. It doesn’t matter to me. I stopped the treatments at fourteen. Case closed. He responds with “It’s only one more session and the doctor did prescribe it.” If I weren’t so weak, I’d have eaten him alive. Instead I feel horrible. I’m failing myself and failing my wife. Even as a failure, though, I can’t go back for that last treatment. I know I will regret any more treatments. I have to stick to my guns and I do.
It’s Really Over