I’m continuing to recover from surgery and chemotherapy, even as I get ready for radiotherapy. Overall it’s been a good fortnight on that front:
I met with the radiation oncologist, Dr. Patel. He outlined the procedure as well as the risks and side-effects. I will be receiving five weeks of radiation therapy, five days a week, starting early to mid-November (to give time for the surgical incision sites to heal.) Because of factors like age and breast size, he’s opting for a lower dosage for a longer time (radiation therapy can be staged over three to six weeks.) The treatment targets the entire breast.
I had a MUGA scan to check on heart function. I have them every three months while receiving Herceptin, and they continue to show good heart health.
I attended Big Bad Con, my favourite gaming convention, over the weekend. This deserves a post of its own to talk about role-playing, but it deserves to be mentioned here too because it was my first exposure to crowd event since a museum visit in early March.
While I was receiving chemotherapy, I was discouraged by the medical team from exposing myself to crowds because of the risk of catching germs while my white blood cell counts were depressed. And this weekend my energy level was still lower than normal, but it was awesome to be well enough to attend, and to see lots of friends!
I got a bone density test on Monday morning, because chemotherapy, radiation therapy, and Herceptin treatment are all possible factors for developing osteoporosis. In addition, my mom did get osteoporosis at menopause, so there’s the heredity factor. But the test results were good, my bone density is a little above the median, so the risk should be manageable.
I had another infusion of Herceptin on Tuesday. I drank copious amount of water ahead of time to help my blood vessels be easier to find, and the nurse was able to successfully put in the catheter on her first try. No pincushion treatment this time!
My taste buds are slowly returning to normal. I have been able to eat foods and spices I had not touched for months, and it was a decadent pleasure to be able to eat carne asada and (gasp!) hot dogs. I’m still cautious and eat lots of salads.
I received my post-treatment instructions and had a call with my oncologist today. She’s very pleased with the way my body has responded to treatment. She outlined the next steps including a few years of hormone treatment after radiotherapy, and ordered some blood tests to check whether I have fully entered menopause (the chemo cocktail induces menopause.)
Trigger warning: Online harassment in the tabletop role-playing community.
In late July, Mark Diaz Truman posted a reflection on his company blog (Magpie Games) about a perceived conflict in tabletop role-playing sub-communities, followed by a FAQ a few days later. I gave my own opinion back then when Mark asked, in response to my disagreement:
I’d also encourage us all (including me) to look at the effects 3 mo, 6 mo, and a year down the road.
It’s time to check in on the effects of the post after three months. Mark concluded his posts with:
I want to inspire conversation and self-reflection, and I believe that people have engaged in productive discussions both online and offline as a result of the post.
If you have been following the various conversations that Mark’s thoughts sparked, if you have some familiarity with the tabletop role-playing community and particularly with the subsets Mark focused on, OSR and story games, what if anything did you observe? For example:
Do you feel this has affected the way you post? If so, how?
Are any voices more frequently heard since these posts? Or less frequently?
Has the tone of community influencers changed in any relevant way?
Have certain frequent or prominent discussions changed in tone, style, or frequency?
If you can cite data, like Jessica Price and Jason Corley did last time, extra special thanks.
Credits: Illustration is called “Depression Hurts“, by Inkin Oddity; released under Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
Lest I be accused of burying the lede again: I got my biopsy results for the margin (area around the tumour removed) and lymph node samples from last Friday’s operation. There was no sign of residual cancer cells. Comparison with the original pre-treatment biopsy drew an assessment that neoadjuvant treatment (chemotherapy) had been very successful.
Since Friday I’ve been recovering, without nearly as much pain as I expected. The first day I took the prescribed pain relievers around the clock, but since then it’s been only as needed, usually at the end of the day. My cats have been keeping an eye on me, and I’ve been eating lightly but healthily and with some appetite.
Sunday was the first day I was authorized to take a shower, and I felt some trepidation at the thought of looking at the incisions. I carefully removed the bandages and found no sign of bleeding or inflammation. Of course, the cuts and sutures look like I’m the bride of Frankenstein’s creature. I very gingerly washed, trying to get rid of the large swaths of colour left by the surgical cleaning products on the skin of my arm, shoulder, upper back, chest, and abdomen. Pat dry, terrified of pulling on a suture. Oof! Adventures in hygiene!
I’d had been instructed to walk and move my arms in order to prevent blood clots and to promote healing. (As of Friday, I no longer need to take warfarin nor Lovenox.) I try to get my little walk most days, either on a nature trail like San Andreas Lake or just running errands. (I’ve finally discovered that the Audubon Society has field guides as free apps, including one for the birds of California. Woot!)
So when I went in today I was feeling good about the process, and I had a reasonable expectation that the news would not be too frightening. But in truth, I was not ready for completely good news. I was expecting words like promising, inconclusive, monitoring, follow-up, and so forth. So when Dr. Chen gave me the very categorical “no residual cancer cells found” and “very successful chemotherapy program,” I felt a shock.
My reflex was to turn to Edmund to high-five but he was on my sutured side so I refrained. Great time to pull something! Edmund had to wipe tears away. I wanted to hoot loudly, but I would hate to be a jerk to other patients and to personnel. Instead I asked Dr. Chen to thank her whole team for me. And we walked away without being disruptive.
Only in the parking structure did we exchange a long hug.
Next Monday: we meet the radiation oncologist to talk about radiotherapy!
TL;DR: I’m nearly over the second of the three big challenges — chemotherapy, surgery, and radiotherapy. I had an operation yesterday for conservative breast surgery and I am doing well.
I’m just a pincushion, gotta face the facts…
On Tuesday I had a Herceptin injection (I’ll continue to have them every three weeks through March) which turned out to be a bit more of a challenge than expected: it took three nurses, four attempts and half-an-hour to get a good intravenous feed. I have small, deep, crooked blood vessels that “roll” easily — it’s a family thing, my mother and sister have them too.
I hate when the only vein the staff can use are the ones on the back of the hand; however, this time we then graduated to trying the one on the back of the thumb, and it made me forget all the others before. Finally, the third nurse to try hit a very nice one on my wrist without missing a beat. Yay! The infusion itself was nothing to speak of.
DC chillin, PG chillin…
On Thursday I had to go to the Nuclear Medicine Department to get injected with a radioactive tracer that would make it possible to locate my lymph nodes during the surgery. Unfortunately, the normal courier apparently never showed up with the radio-tracer doses (there was another woman waiting for the same.) The staff had to call for another delivery.
Given that the isotopes have a half-life of six hours, this stuff is made as late as possible before use, which minimizes exposure, release of radioactivity and potential for incidents. As a friend who works for another health care network points out, hospitals also hate to deal with unused doses from patient no-shows.
Anyhow, I had arrived 15 minutes early for my 11:00am appointment, and we started at 12:45pm! So I chilled in a hospital gown for two hours — really chilled, as the air conditioning in that place is hardcore. Then after injection I had to wait 30 minutes and massage the area to help the tracer spread. So here I am in the waiting room, fondling my breast… Good thing by then everyone else had left.
And on Friday morning I woke up with a sore throat.
Ready to cut you down…
Friday was the Big Day. I had to check in at Admitting at 8:15am. I was fasting since midnight, I had prepared all my belongings and clothes the night before, I had showered then washed the incision area with the special towelettes moistened with some godawful chemicals, I had taken my prescriptions and stopped drinking even water by 7am. I was ready.
Except for forgetting my wallet, which I was sure I had pocketed. Edmund went back home to look for it, without luck. Fortunately, the hospital staff have seen it all before. They asked me a series of identifying questions, and concluded I wasn’t there to get unprescribed surgery for fun so I was admitted. They took me to Hospital Ambulatory Services (which they always refer to as HAS) to change into the fetching hospital gown, answer many more questions, get my vital signs, etc.
A very nice nurse went through the long questionnaire with me and entered my responses in her computer. One of the questions was whether I had any children or minor dependents, and I said no. Then a page or two later, another asked whether I had had children. The nurse gave me a surprised “No children?” then asked how long I had been married. “Twenty years this year,” I told her. She chuckled and said “Oh, then your husband is your child, right? Or your cats.” I had a fraction of a second’s hesitation, but decided it was not the time for my feminist manifesto, so I gave the most sincere chuckle I could manage.
It took two tries and two nurses to install my IV… After all this they led Edmund in to sit with me. He was kicked out again briefly when the surgeon came to check whether she could detect the radio-marked lymph nodes, and decided we also needed blue dye tracer. (I peed blue or light green for the next 24 hours.) She wanted to able to obtain at least three sentinel nodes for biopsy.
It was pretty disconcerting in that room to be between a patient who seemed to sleep soundly, based on his basso snore, and a woman who whimpered in pain until a doctor convinced her to accept an injection. After a little bit more waiting, I was finally rolled out to the operating room and Edmund had to return to the Surgery waiting room.
Because I was having conservative breast surgery, a.k.a. “lumpectomy”, this is normally a short (one to two hours) outpatient procedure with local anaesthesia and sedation, rather than general anaesthesia. I met with the anaesthesia and surgical team, heard the pre-op briefing so we’re all sure they’re operating the right patient for the right thing, then I don’t remember anything after that in the OR.
I understand the procedure took two hours and I was wheeled out to the recovery room. There, more very nice nurses took care of me. I am very grateful to Sirta, who told me as soon as I stopped being loopy that the operation had gone well and that two preliminary biopsy results were negative. He was very kind, and he put my mind to ease — the biopsies are what I’ve been worried about, not the surgery. He gave me some painkillers and arranged for a prescription, then took me back to the HAS room to finish waking up with some company (family and friends can’t go to the recovery room.)
When I got there, I found myself next to another woman who had had almost exactly the same operation: conservative breast surgery to the left breast. However, she was in severe pain. I overheard part of the staff’s discussion; apparently she had already had difficulties during the chemotherapy treatment (I’m not sure what), and in the OR they had to switch to general anaesthesia instead of local plus sedation. She had been given two painkillers in the recovery room but was not improving enough in the HAS room so she had to be wheeled back to recovery to get more care. My heart was going out to her.
Edmund arrived a moment later then went to get my prescription, sending our friend Dorene, who had been keeping him company during the operation, to HAS to see me. They kept me company until I was both allowed and able to leave. By then I was doing pretty well; the areas of incision and biopsy were pretty tender, of course, but the painkillers were doing their job. To my surprise and delight, I had no nausea. In fact, I was hungry, having been fasting since the night before.
I’ll be eating that sushi all day…
I suggested that Edmund, Dorene and I go to a Japanese restaurant in our area, Kamameshi House, where I could at the very least have miso soup and rice. And I discovered that I was hungry enough to eat a real meal! I finished my bento box, except for some rice. Yay!
Finding myself sitting with friends in a nice restaurant with nice company, without much pain, I congratulated myself for my choice of surgery. It’s not for every case, obviously, and certainly the poor woman I had heard in the HAS room was not having the same experience at all, but for me it felt great.
And when I got home, I found that I had indeed left my wallet on my desk, buried under paperwork. I had already checked online, from my phone, that there was no activity on the cards, but it was nice not to have to go through the hassle of replacing everything. I went to bed and slept! Today I spent much time reading the astounding number of well-wishes from friends. I love you all, you’re so kind!
Today Dr. Chen, my surgeon, called to check on me and assured me she would call again as soon as the official test results were in, so we’ll know if any additional surgery is needed.
It’s been a relatively low-drama but high-stress time in our house. I’m slowly recovering from the chemotherapy, with accent on the slowly. I spent the last few weeks waiting for the results of my genetic test panel, prepping (mostly mentally) for surgery, reading about recovery, preparing my advance health care directive, and avoiding calls, emails and visits.
Yes, let me be honest: everyone wants news and I had none yet, and everyone has questions that I’m too frazzled to hear. So I kept a low profile; I apologize to my family and friends, I know they only ask because they care and I do the same when our positions are reversed. Consider this part of my self-care (my blood pressure results and disrupted sleep patterns confirm that I’ve been stressed.) However, yesterday brought some news.
The genetic test panel was negative for mutation of the two genes most commonly associated with breast and ovarian cancer, BRC1 and BRC2. However, it did return positive on one of the two copies of gene MRE11A, recently linked to ovarian and breast cancer — so recently that numerical risk factors are not yet available. The genetic counsellor is going to do some additional research on the latest info and some modelling, and will call me back later today or tomorrow.
At this point, if no quantified risk factors are available and barring contrary advice from my medical team, I would go ahead with the current plan (conservative breast surgery and radiation therapy), with the recommended increased cancer screening in the future (I understand this means alternating every six months between MRI and mammogram.)
I also had some blood tests done yesterday morning. Most important result: my blood coagulation rate was still too slow for surgery. As a result, my operation has been postponed to Friday next week, September 30. Since there are a bunch of pre- and post-op checks associated with it, I had a flurry of phone calls, messages, and reschedulings yesterday afternoon and this morning.
In fact, this flurry really did not help my stress situation: while I was on the phone with one department, another would call and leave me an urgent message! Add a few calls from family and friends in the mix, and me eyeing the clock for returning calls; and unrelated technical difficulties with various electronic devices in the house. By 7pm, I was ridiculously frazzled. And part of it, of course, is that I would have liked to be done ASAP with the whole surgery mess.
Not Much Thicker Than Water After All?
Getting back to that coagulation rate: I had an INR of 4.0, if you care for numbers, which means coagulating four times slower than normal. I’ve been on warfarin for three months to prevent the recurrence of blood clots. A few days before the surgery the patient stops taking warfarin and instead takes Lovenox injections. However, not only was my coagulation rte too slow yesterday, but it was the slowest it’s ever been, slower than it should even be in optimal warfarin use (the patient’s dose gets adjusted to maintain an INR of 2.0 to 3.0.)
The Anti-coagulation Clinic pharmacist doesn’t want to ramp me back up on warfarin before the surgery, so she had me take two days off from all anticoagulants, and I’ll have another blood test tomorrow morning to see if I should get back to Lovenox injections yet. After the surgery, there will definitely be some dosage adjustments.
I also received other blood test results in the evening. It looks like my white blood cell count and platelet count are inching up, but all the indicators relating to red blood cells don’t seem to have improved in five weeks. I hope to discuss this with a doctor today or tomorrow.
Things are not awful or miserable, they’re just proceeding with some inconveniences and, mostly, leaving both Edmund and I feeling anxious.
A few weeks ago, our friend AW ran a one-off episode of the role-playing game Masks for me, my husband Edmund, and two more friends, SP and MP. I thought this was a good time to talk about this game since the PDF version just became available on DriveThruRPG. First, I share a play report that goes a bit long, but talks about the mechanics as well as the fiction generated in play. I follow with a review of the game. Continue reading “Masks: Play report and review”→
As I recover strength after chemotherapy and in preparation for surgery, I need to exercise a little. My medical team has recommended that I walk at least ten minutes a day, something that is laughably short when one is in good health but tiring for me right now.
This afternoon we went to walk along San Andreas Lake near our home. I walked a total of about twenty minutes (slowly) then spent some time sitting under a tree, admiring the view while Edmund was taking more of a “real” walk. Butterflies and dragonflies were flitting among wildflowers, and I saw a good deal of wildlife.
The deer seem to have a neighbourhood association rule: only one doe and her fawns at a time. The first doe I saw was standing guard while her two fawns played; suddenly I saw her raise her head and alertly look around, then I heard her call a challenge a few times. Then she leaped around and bounded to collect her fawns and flee.
A moment later, another doe with a single fawn emerged from the opposite direction and came to claim what appeared to be a choice spot. Then they too eventually left when yet another family showed up.
Overhead I saw a red-tail hawk lazily gliding in circles on the thermals, looking for prey. Later on Edmund pointed out a couple of bald eagles fishing and performing aerobatics near the lake surface, soon followed by the unavoidable turkey vultures hoping to get a free meal.
I was tired when I came back and had an hour’s nap.
Yesterday we brought our Night Witches campaign to a close, as the war ended in Europe with Germany’s surrender. Here is a quick look back at the campaign, followed by my review of the game itself.
Amazingly, four of the seven original characters made it out alive (Maryam, Elena, Vera, and Oksana, played by Edmund, Steve, Alan, and Sophie.) For a while now Elena had been close to taking her last mark — “Embrace death and find your final destiny” — so we were all trying to keep her from meeting the bad premonitions she’d been having!
Of the others, two players had to drop so their characters (Yulia and Valentina, played by Christine and April) were technically still alive.
One new character (Anya, played by Adi) had appeared after the earlier tragic death of an airwoman (Sveta, also played by Adi).
Most of us took a turn at being game-master for one duty station or another, which gave us a chance to learn GMing tricks from each other. I really liked that, and I know I will use some of these techniques with other games.
The most marking events in the campaign, the dramatic fulcrum, were Elena forced by circumstances to kill a German prisoner to save him from a worse fate, followed by Sveta abandoning hope and dying in a subsequent mission. We had tragic loves, stormy friendships, splendid bravery, and wistful secrets.
We all stamped our mark on the squadron: Maryam was our fearless leader, fiercely protective of her airwomen; Elena was the career communist, slowly losing both faith and ambition; Vera was the cheerful pragmatist who always had a trick up her sleeve; Yulia was the sweet young recruit painfully hardened by war; Sveta was the tough-minded survivor who lost her zest for life after one too many tragedies; Oksana was the secret romantic who always tried to have her sisters’ backs; Valentina was the wild rebel; and Anya was the gutsy late-addition to the squadron, trying to make her place without being pushed around.
Mini-Review: Night Witches
The role-playing game Night Witches was written by Jason Morningstar and released by Bully Pulpit Games in January 2015 after a successful Kickstarter funding campaign ($48,806 pledged, well surpassing the $5,000 goal.) The game is Powered by the Apocalypse.
Night Witches brings its own refinements to the basic structure introduced by Apocalypse World. For example, the general moves are divided between those taking place during the day and largely involving caring for the regiment, your own squadron, the airwomen and the planes; and moves used during the night missions to accomplish mission objectives and survive encounters with the enemy. Several day moves allow the players, if they so wish, to accumulate “mission points” which can be used one-for-one to add to rolls on night moves.
These general moves are well designed to daisy-chain and create story material. Combined with the handouts supplied by the publisher for duty stations, missions, Witch-y things that can happen, period history, lists of names, etc., these make the GM’s game preparation very easy. No need to plan for complex story arcs, just sow some seeds and the story will happen. Like all PbtA games, it does require that everyone be willing and able to improvise in response to other players’ choices and any triggered moves.
The setting is fantastic, of course. The game’s focus on the experiences of women in one of the most brutal theatres of this exceedingly brutal war is new, refreshing, and challenges a lot of role-playing tropes. The fact that it is also historical, documented, real makes it resonate all the more. If you want to expand from the useful notes on the period provided in the book and handouts, there is a wealth of material available (free or inexpensive), including patriotic music and amazing Soviet and German maps of the era.
Finally, I also got the optional card deck that supplements the book with character portraits, play aids for flight missions, medals, and quick-start character background elements. As I’ve said before, I’m a sucker for visual aids and this one combines art by Claudia Cangini (portraits) and Rich Longmore (plane schematics) with vintage Soviet playing card deck backs!
Like most other PbtA games, Night Witches‘ character creation process centres around playbooks, essentially templates with a menu of options each character can choose from. There are only five playbooks or “Natures” to pick from: Owl, Raven, Hawk, Pigeon, and Sparrow. You are encouraged to include as many as you can in the game, but you can have more than one player using the same Nature. You can never go back and change a character’s Nature, however. Each has its own special moves.
After picking your Nature, you choose one of six Roles (Adventurer, Misanthrope, Leader, Zealot, Dreamer, and Protector) which will also give you access to a special move. Roles can change throughout a character’s life.
Unfortunately, the Natures did not feel intuitive for anyone in our group and the special moves granted by Natures and Roles were not as fitting as they might have been.Most of us ended up picking very few advancements from the special moves available to use, preferring to get promotions, improve stats, or forge and change bonds. I believe every character still in play at the end had used their one opportunity to go get a special move from a different playbook, reinforcing the sense we got that playbooks did not hang together in a satisfying way.
In some other PbtA games, such as Monsterhearts, Dungeon World, Monster of the Week, or Masks, the playbooks correspond to easily-grasped archetypes and the special moves fit well with them so that you have little trouble figuring out “what my character would do.” Then again, the game that started it all, Apocalypse World, contains playbooks and associated moves that I found difficult to understand (e.g., the Battle Babe that doesn’t actually, y’know, battle), so as they say: your mileage may vary. Nevertheless, if there is ever a second editions I would recommend revising the Natures, Roles, and associated moves.
This is a memorable game that has produced intense episodes in our campaign as well as in one-off convention games. I have never had a boring session. It’s easy enough for a GM to pick up and run, provided you familiarize yourself with the PbtA style. (For example, a GM has to realize that she never needs to roll dice in these games — the players do all the dice rolling.) Five of us took our turn at the helm during the campaign, including two that had never game-mastered a PbtA game, and everybody did a bang-up job.
This is not the kind of game book that provides extensive setting material (for example, most GURPS sourcebooks); it offers well thought-out summaries and sketches, just enough for the reader to understand the situation without getting mired in detail. (Naturally, our group of geeks immediately turned to historical sources and went down the rabbit hole of research!) For my style of GMing, the amount of material was just right.
Yes, there are wrinkles around the playbooks, but they are not show-stoppers. Perhaps fan-made playbooks will appear and add the finishing touch to this already amazing game.
I’m very late in discovering this, but the hardback compilation Mouse Guard: The Black Axe is a must-have for all readers of the Mouse Guard comics (David Petersen, published by Archaia) and especially for players of the role-playing game based on the comic, the Mouse Guard RPG (Luke Crane & David Petersen).
It’s full of information about what the Guard Mice do, the art is as inspiring as ever, and the book offers a nice appendix full of maps, illustrations of locations, genealogies of famous mouse clans, etc. (You can see examples of location art here, but the ones in the book are different and contain much more information.)
Having received my last chemotherapy session, I’m now being allowed to rest and recover for the next phase. Although I will still receive Herceptin intravenously every three weeks until late March 2017, I’m done with the strong, destructive components (Carboplatin and Taxotere) that kill cells.
I’ve been marvelling at how precisely the dosages are calculated to take the patient exactly to the point where they can tolerate that last infusion but not one more. You really feel like you could not get up anymore if you had another round.
My skin still shows the last two rounds’ worth of skin burn despite the careful flushing of the IV between medications and after. At Day 13 they looked like this (they’re a bit better now):
I have felt very tired since the infusion and have not recovered my appetite, but my taste buds are gradually returning to normal. (Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster!) I have spent most of my time receiving felinotherapy with the Oncatogy Department.
When I’m awake I’ve been researching the surgical options, namely conservative breast surgery (a.k.a. lumpectomy) and mastectomy. Most resources say that out comes at 10 and 15 years are similar in terms of survival and recurrence, so choice should really be based on how important it is for the patient to keep her breast and/or to have symmetrical breasts.
While that’s correct as far as it goes, the phrasing always makes me feel frivolous: “Of course, if you reallymust keep your breasts…” Well, duh. Yeah, I’d like that very much but I don’t want to die early for it either. A little help, here? I tend to decide based on risk factors and quantifiable outcomes when I can.
Finally, some of the recent articles I found were more helpful (links below). Based on them it seems that conservative breast surgery is easier on the patient with fewer complications and possibly slightly better outcomes overall, though with a slightly higher (by four percent) risk of recurrence. The primary differences lie in the need for general anaesthesia for mastectomy (and an overnight stay at the hospital) versus local anaesthesia and sedation for conservative breast surgery (an outpatient procedure), as well as the number of lymph nodes removed (the fewer, the least risk of lymphedema.)
After all my reading, I felt more inclined towards conservative breast surgery unless the genetic test results indicated a predisposition to breast cancer (BRCA1 or BRCA2 mutations.)
But I was tremulous when I met again with the surgeon on Wednesday. She comes across as very focused, rigorous, factual. In our first meeting back in March she had presented the options but like most modern doctors, refused to give advice one way or another. This time I started by telling her what homework I had done and what my current inclination was, and she suddenly had this big smile. “I’m really glad to hear you say that!” she exclaimed.
We went in detail over the compared procedures and follow-up steps, and the various complication risks. Then we tentatively scheduled the conservative breast surgery procedure for September 21, as well as a bunch of the pre-op checks. If my genetic test results come back positive for breast cancer markers, then we’ll reschedule for a mastectomy.
I have to add that Dr. Chen seems to be very popular with the staff. Several people in other departments waxed eloquent about her. This does not happen for just any doctor; it feels out of the ordinary. The anaesthetist’s medical assistant was telling us that she insisted, when her own sister had breast cancer four years ago, that the surgery be performed by Dr. Chen. This too was a conservative breast surgery. (The sister is doing well, apparently.)
And after conservative breast surgery, I’ll be looking at one or two more weeks of recovery, followed by five to seven weeks of radiation therapy, five days a week. That should take us just about to the holidays…