Everything hurts
Zach: Everything hurts. I can’t not hurt. I’m tired as hell, but I can’t fucking sleep. I’m just waiting to croak.
Zelda: I could put on a movie. Or a game. There's football.
Zach: No.
Zelda: Music?
Zach: No.
Zelda: A Sunday massage?
Zach: No.
Zelda. Something to drink?
Zach: Oh for fucksakes. I don't want anything...I don't want to be in bed...I don't want to be out of bed...I don't want to do anything...I don't want to go anywhere. All I really want to do is shit, and I can't fucking do that. Will you stop bothering me?
Zelda: [I leave the bedroom with the heater running and close the door. Zach has a chill, even though it’s 80 degrees in the room and he’s wrapped in a down comforter. While he's down, I’ll wash a load of sheets, so we'll have clean linens later. And I’ll post this update. I wish it was more inspirational. Zach is on his 4th cycle of Docetaxel, and it’s day 5 of 21. If this cycle is like the previous ones, Zach has 6 or 7 more days of misery before he might start feeling better. And I’m feeling helpless. Anyone else been there? How on earth did you get through it?]
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