According to Greek Mythology, Sisyphus, was punished by being compelled to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, repeating this action forever.
So they did, and Mr. Boy started chemo treatment. It's been rough, he is exhausted all the time and falls asleep mid sentence sometimes. The hardest part is just when he feels better, it's time for another dose. He takes it every week and it is beginning to feel like groundhog's day around here. It's a constant cycle and it's a mental game to keep him going, keep us going, and do it week after week.