All that for a placebo.
The nice part was taking B. Early on, when I was frantically spinning the number of trips this trial was going to involve and the effect they would have on the family, I promised B. that I would take him along on one. I soon started feeling worse -- more exhaustion, more pain -- and skipped a plausible opportunity or two to take him. But I finally managed to do it this time. We met up with a beloved pre-school teacher/friend of the family and went to the natural history museum. B. and I hit a couple of our favorite restaurants, The Shake Shack and Frankie's. I sprung for the extortionate admissions fee to see the Intrepid, a World War II aircraft carrier turned giant aviation museum. We made some memories and, once again, proved there is room for joy in the midst of this horrible disease.