Urlea, I love your reports.

When my brother was a kid he had bone cancer in his leg, and a few of the bones in his leg were replaced by metal prosthetics. (They are inside, all you can see are scars and 25 years later now he's just fine.) Anyway, he had pretty heavy duty chemo for many many months, those were the early 1980s and chemo was a lot harsher back then. Basically, he would spend Thursday through Sunday in the hospital vomiting, he actually would start to get sick on Wednesday from the anticipation. Yet, as soon as he came home Sunday afternoon he'd jump on his bike and ride in endless circles in our driveway. (We had a farm, thus a huge driveway.) It was the best thing on earth for him. I recall that the doctors disapproved of that at first, and then they wisened up and realized that the energy and feeling of normality he got from riding his bike were worth the risk of a fall.

Running is probably keeping that same feeling of normality for your running friend. My thoughts are with him and I wish him the best. It's not a very good disease to have, but he seems to be in the right spirit to fight it. I hope all goes well. Chemo is an awful thing, but probably better than the alternative...