Ox Fall Down

Lovely final weekend before treatment recommences. Friday, the nice Christmas party. Yesterday, shovelling snow in Essex followed by tromping through more snow in Boston in the evening. Today I had breakfast with Nate and Christine. Then the lovely, nice and brunch ended as Vrabel, Bruschi and Harrison turned nastier than the wind and snow.

As Andrew says, We need a win. Going into MGH tomorrow at 11-2 makes treatment less daunting.

A month and a half ago I explained the growth and new treatment to Vigdis. She listened to the imperative for quick action with radiation. She listened to the different success ratios according to tumor size. She waited for me to finish and then I could hear her smile through the phone:

"Well, time to go back to work."

And that is exactly what is happening. For years I've considered this cancer vocational. It's what I do. It isn't unique or even unusual. It just is.

So tomorrow, with the rest of the world, we will pick up our hard hat and lunch pail and go back to work. That's not tragic or even dramatic. We all have to do it. Thankfully for those of us in New England we have Brady, Vinatieri and the defense to make Monday much more bearable.

Time to go back to work