BRACA update

     We did get some good news, Amy tested negative for the BRACA test/gene. It wouldn’t have changed our predicament in the least, but it would have been nice to know why we were here in the first place. My wife has a new appreciation for all those beautiful souls a couple blocks away at Texas Children’s who have to go through the same and more. Not that any of those kids deserved to be there either. We’ll be spending some of our Christmas time there when the holidays roll around again. 

     With the 11^th of 12 treatments staring straight at us, we’re looking at the stats to see what our odds might look like if we call it good right here and just move on. The side effects are relentless and still getting worse. The smell of this place does something to her that’s difficult to explain.  It’s like letting out a bloodcurdling scream without saying a word. The feeling of being cornered, trapped, and isolated along with the anxiety, pain, and nausea makes for an experience most only see in war and, well, in cancer.  

     Two more… by the end of this day, one.