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What on Earth made me decide that swimming lessons during weeks 4 and 5 of radiation were a good idea? Clearly, they must have removed the part of my brain that stores common sense during surgery. But here we are, at our first swimming lesson, getting used to the water and splashing. Tomorrow we're supposed to upgrade to the big pool. And David's daddy will likely have to take him. Many thanks to our friends at Team Lindsay for sharing photos for this post.