Celebrate Nothing
When Kathleen and I returned home from the January appointments described in the prior post, we had a long conversation in the driveway. We’ve been doing a lot of that since last May. In that dialogue, we discussed the feeling of disappointment that I described previously. And we were able to put our fingers on why it felt that way. In all prior meetings, there was always a visible sign of progress. After treatment began, every six weeks we were…