Chemo Round 8
Monday was chemo round 8 (if you are counting up) 4 (if you are counting down).
This routine that seemed so strange and unusual just a few months ago has somehow become normal and familiar.
Nancy and I talk about what I need to pack for the day. Rayann drives me to the oncologist’s office and with the usual banter and small talk treatments begin. A few hours later I am sent home with my “man purse”. Over the next forty-eight hours I am tethered to my pump as it slowly gives me the final dose of chemo. Wednesday morning dawns with great hope and possibility. My nurse arrives sometime before noon. She takes my vitals. As the two of us engage in the normal small talk she unhooks me from the pump and removes the needle from my port, setting me free for another week and a half. I rest all day Wednesday. Slowly I begin to regain strength and have the energy to take on the tasks of life. Thursday morning I am off to the oncologist for my Nulasta shot. Friday morning is a new day and I begin to feel like myself once again. It is strange how this pattern has become my “new normal”. It has become familiar. It is almost even comfortable. [Read more…]