Sunday started a low iodine diet, Monday the first of two injections of Thyrogen to stimulate my pituitary into tricking any cancer cells to absorb Wednesday’s planned radiation dose. It makes me smile with irony. Whoever wrote the form I will need to sign “I understand this treatment may cause other cancers” could only have been a lawyer.

The injection left me light headed and tired. So instead of work, I returned home to lounge on the couch watching cable TV. I watched scene after scene of automatic rifle fire, massacre and cold blooded slaughter. I wondered how many times similar scenes played, watched by brilliant and socially awkward kids, until the programming is implanted.

Enough of the morose, I wrapped a few presents ( silly ones, my favorite of course ) for the girls and pondered the true meaning of Christmas, and what we miss when we ignore it.