Spring on the Table
Summer on the Bunk - 2002
The news on the brain front was not good. The new MRI film looked as though
the tumor was spreading, It was thought that the next step should be
radiation. It's called radiation therapy, but we were having a little
trouble with that concept....Peter referred to it as "bombing my head" and
he seems to have been right. Every weekday for six weeks we drove an hour
and a half to Worcester MA so he could lie on a table in a dark room and
have a series of bursts of radiation aimed into his cranium. By the end of
it all he had an impressive array of side effects, which included a
stubborn case of shingles on his left torso, front, side and back. This is
all just as amusing as it sounds.
It wouldn't have been Peter if the man undergoing all of this hadn't
insisted that he was returning to cruising in May. In fact we flew back to
the boat in Spain, and spent a couple of weeks storing gear and checking
out systems, and by mid June it was clear that we were staying put.
Weakness and pain left Peter more interested in listening to music and
listening to books read aloud than in sailing. As he regained stamina and
strength I began prowling the marina once again in search of material.
Friends once again stepped into the breach and we were hosted back in
and in another house, this one a refurbished cave house near Granada.
In Late August we made the arrangements to haul Flight for the winter
season, and to fly back to teaching for me, and check-ups for Peter.