Thursdays come around a lot more quickly these days. It seems like we leave MD Anderson only to turn around and come right back. The time between each trip to the doctor or treatment is definitely getting shorter. I guess that means we are moving forward. Fortunately they are using my bloodwork from the last time, so I didn’t have to get pricked before my appointment today. Better yet, I remembered to bring my Lidocaine. So all is well.
This is number 9, I think. 🙂 That means after today I will have three more treatments of the Paclitaxel, then on to the “good stuff.” It is tiring, I admit, but I’m still find strength enough to hold on to my job and spend at least some quality time with my family. I’m not sure the time is “quality,” actually, since I tend to fall asleep on the couch (and other interesting places) a lot more than I used to. This happens while the family laughs at Sheldon’s latest antics on Big Bang Theory or when a lull occurs in the demolition of a house on Love it or List it. By 8:00, I’m ready for bed.
Someone must have heard me say that! I wrote the last paragraph from the waiting room, and they just called me in. This is the first time I’ve been given a room with a bed. The Aussie nurse assured me there is “no underlying message there.” It’s the only room they had left. Busy day at the clinic apparently. Maybe I’ll take a nap during this infusion. The sun is warm through the window so I took off my shoes, kicked up my feet, adjusted my bed, and made plans to stay a while. It is a huge room and could easily accommodate many visitors. But I wouldn’t be very good company drooling and snoring relentlessly.
Tim asked if I could scoot over so he could lie down and sleep as well. I apologetically declined as it is a hospital bed meant for one. Besides, he has work to do. So, he is sitting at the make-shift desk in his uncomfy armchair, talking on the phone to … one of you. Aside, he thinks the clinic should have free massages and recliners for spouses of the patients. I admit, spouses do tend to get overlooked for the level of stress they endure, but I don’t think our health insurance will spring for spouse amenities.
My eyes are drooping, the Taxel is dripping, Tim is droning, and I am losing focus. For now, I’m signing off.