Chemo
Up early with Amy for my first visit to chemo and radiation. After meeting RN Matt and getting some initial education, and after Matt struggled to get the hospital computer system out of “Legacy Mode” (at least its not written in COBOL), and a couple of “bumped valves,” I finally got situated in the Barcalounger with a pretty hefty hydration drip, followed by two separate anti-nausea drips. We turned out the lights and I drifted into a hazy nap. I noticed that I was making a brand new snoring sound, caused by the growing tumor.

Before falling asleep, I remember feeling profoundly comforted that medicine was finally flowing into my body – after this long month of news and prep and trepidation and existential question marks, treatment had finally begun. The room was warm and dark, and I had a blissful moment of feeling at-peace with the process.
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