If only tears could be measured,
I wonder how many there'd be?
Do I cry because I am helpless
to keep my beloved from
pain and discomfort?
Or are the tears shed
in self pity?
Or do I weep for the shattering
of the us-ness
that is taking place?
Mr. Bob took these photos during his six hour dose of chemotherapy today.
The nurse reported he arrived back at the Manor completely and utterly exhausted. He goes again tomorrow for a shorter session.