No chemo since 4/22/04!
It's a little earrrly, but I need to ace this "optional" test today to
jump from a D to a B. Anyway, I could only take so much work/energy
theorem, so I thought I'd update. Friday was a quasi-celebration for
being one year removed from chemotherapy. I had a late dinner at Steak
n Shake. Since I think I just figured out how to put pictures on
this thing, I'll do just that:
Patty, in the center, and Mary, 2nd from the right, cared for me most of the time. I was usually the last to leave the infusion room, and they were always there after the other nurses had left. The lady on the left never met me, but she cried when she learned it was my last day, which caught me by surprise. I guess for those of you who never saw me in an infusion room, this is what it looked like. The small box on the table is connected to a cord that injected the chemo into my port. On the wall behind the camera is a TV so I could watch the latest Disney films that Scottish Rite had to offer. And of course the green notebook to my left was Reichenbach's latest homework, which remained closed more than opened.
All I remember about this day was that it was awesome, I was happy to be done, and Lance Armstrong was racing in the Tour de Georgia. The day was actually kind of bittersweet for me too. The weekly checkups and chemo became such a normal part of my routine that it didn't seem so much as an ordeal as it did an average part of my day. But of course I would never trade the days that I have now for a day in the transfusion room. Well it's back to physics, but it was nice to look back at the day.
Patty, in the center, and Mary, 2nd from the right, cared for me most of the time. I was usually the last to leave the infusion room, and they were always there after the other nurses had left. The lady on the left never met me, but she cried when she learned it was my last day, which caught me by surprise. I guess for those of you who never saw me in an infusion room, this is what it looked like. The small box on the table is connected to a cord that injected the chemo into my port. On the wall behind the camera is a TV so I could watch the latest Disney films that Scottish Rite had to offer. And of course the green notebook to my left was Reichenbach's latest homework, which remained closed more than opened.
All I remember about this day was that it was awesome, I was happy to be done, and Lance Armstrong was racing in the Tour de Georgia. The day was actually kind of bittersweet for me too. The weekly checkups and chemo became such a normal part of my routine that it didn't seem so much as an ordeal as it did an average part of my day. But of course I would never trade the days that I have now for a day in the transfusion room. Well it's back to physics, but it was nice to look back at the day.