I knew it was inevitable, but it's still the worst part of this whole cancer treatment thing. I didn't like it the first time we went through this and I like it even less this time around. The screaming has begun. Eight to ten hours after applying Josie's medication, I have to wash it off and the skin on and around the lesions sloughs off. The past couple nights weren't too bad since we had just started treatment, but a lot came off tonight. It hurts her terribly and she screams. And it's not just because her head hurts. I can tell by the way she looks at me that she doesn't understand why *I* am doing this to her. She's so confused and I have no way to explain it to her. The worst part is it only gets worse from here. Mr Moo said he will take over the washing part once he gets home on Friday. Thank goodness. I don't think I could finish this on my own.