Cowboy Chemo is a Go...Not Sure If We're Glad or Sad

We just now got the phone call.

Our Cowboy Courageous has to go for two more rounds of the dreaded chemo. Probably starting tomorrow.

As I write this, I'm sitting beside the phone, with the calendar on my lap, and a sharpie ready to write in the Dreaded Dates.

Truly, though, neither Willy nor I is (instead of "is" right there, I wanted to say "are"--but he said something about neither/nor constructions and antecedents so I stopped listening and just switched it to "is") sure whether we're all that sorry he will get the last two rounds.

My logic is this: If two rounds now kill so many cancer bugs that he can avoid a relapse and SIX MORE rounds down the road, let 'er rip.

His thought is: HALP!