Today was the last day of radiation. In my professional opinion, K's doing well. Infact, she seems even a bit chipper at times. We now have 2 rounds of high-dose chemo, one day of rest, then transplant.
My parents came to visit this weekend. Nice to have lots of family around. Before they left, we had a cleaning party at K's artspace apartment. Mom did the inside, dad and I tackled the pigeon poo outside. The chicken wire I installed over the skylights has worked perfectly. There has been no sign of pigeons for three weeks. I finally heard from Mandy (the absent property manager) via email the week after I sent out my frantic message about the filth in the courtyard. You can read her response here, to summarize she said that 1) it won't work but they were going to do that anyway, 2) I should be prosecuted for vandalism and trespassing, and 3) Kristi can move if she doesn't like it. Oh yes, and the best part, "I employ a company to come every Friday to clean...", which is sooooo untrue. I have diligently documented the state of the building for at least a month now, and there is no sign of power washing (ever). I hate being lied to, especially via email. That's my dad there scrubbing pigeon poo. Oh, I am ranting. I should be happy, the problem is solved, and Kristi will have a nice(r) place to come home to.
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