Lee laughed softly. "Believe me, I'll be crying too," he said. "This is something of a dream come true to me."

He sat back as Molly got into her bag, pulling out just the sorts of bottles and supplies that he would have expected from a magic user in a film. Nothing was marked, but he assumed Molly knew exactly what was in each of those containers without having to open them.

"It's variable," Lee replied. "I'm currently doing a cycle where I get treatment five days a week for two weeks, then I have three weeks off. Next week is my second week of my second round. Sometime the week after that they'll do a scan and see if my tumors have shrunk any more or not. If they have, I'll start another round. If they haven't, they'll stop the therapy," he explained.