Today, my ex will start his radiation.
The first day, to be followed by six weeks full of weekday trips across the street to the hospital.
I’m worried, but am trying to keep things in check.
I know a few weeks from now, he’ll be wiped out, damaged by the daily treatments. He’ll be weak and tired and pained. I wish I knew a way to let him escape unscathed from the experience, but I don’t.