Dr. Skinner wanted Kevin to return to chemotherapy today. There's some medical thought that any lurking cancer cells might heal and multiply during the time he's not in treatment.
I imagine these rogue cells getting really sick from the treatments he's done yet not quite succumbing to the death we had planned for them.
And now they're not only recovering and growing again, they're mad.
Kev has backed the restart up another week. I think he was still looking for a good reason not to do it at all when he started studying his calendar. A big customer trip or a training session. Some type of 'the world will end without my involvement' thing in the works.
He didn't find anything on that scale but he did realize he needs to go to a board meeting in Chicago the first week of March, which would fall as chemotherapy week if he begins today.
So he's given himself another week to adjust to the idea. And that's ok. He needs what he needs.
On the other hand, you don't tease a dog that bites--even if you think it's chained. And cancer bites.
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