As you know, Bekky and I try our best to take the optimistic view on our current circumstances. Just occasionally, however, the laughable, continual misfortune and frustration of these circumstances inevitably gets to us. Take tonight, for example. Bekky finds herself on crutches, having had surgery this week on her formerly-fractured and subsequently-badly-mended ankle. Meanwhile I, once again, am brimming with toxicity and attached to a "balloon" (not the fun sort) of chemo