when someone you love very much calls to tell you that the year of chemo didn’t work and they’ve been given two years.  the news is exactly what i expected, based on my own research online, but i had really hoped that maybe i had just misinterpreted the numbers… it’s not like i’m a doctor, after all.  there may be some other options – experimental treatment or bone marrow transplant – but there is no telling how much more time that might provide or what kind of side effects there may be.  i can’t stand the thought of losing him.  even more, i can’t stand the thought of him suffering.  i am praying with all my heart that however much time he has left is full of quality life.  in the meantime, i’m going to put more effort into banking new memories.