Cancer Week #something or other

A hurry up and wait kind of week

I think appointments four out of five days qualifies as a cancer week, don’t you? Wednesday was the longest day. Alarm went off at 4 am which is just not a Cynthia-friendly time of day. As always when we have to leave the comfort and warmth of our bed at times like that, I told Ernie I hated him and begged for a little more sleep. We did manage to leave pretty much on time, though just a few minutes after 5 am.

We got to the Barnes West hospital right on time. It’s the first time I’ve been there since I fell in the lobby. I won’t lie, it unnerved me a bit. We headed to radiology for the first of his scans. I sat and waited in a remarkably uncomfortable chair. All the chairs were the super wide kind seemingly made for my plus size brethren. However I have come to realize my back is much happier when I sit in an armchair with two arms so the super wide chair just wasn’t great. When Ernie came back we headed back to the lobby. We found a good spot so I stayed there when he went off for the next scan or two. And I waited and waited and waited. Then he came back and we sat and waited and waited and waited for his next appointment. We lunched on Lara bars and waited some more. And some more. We finally headed over to a different building for bloodwork and the last appointment.

Here it is in a nutshell.

Then the day took a positive turn and we got in an hour early AND, more importantly, Ernie’s scans showed no new growth or spread of either kind of cancer.

Needless to say, huge relief. Bless you, little cancer cells, for staying in your lane.

We made it back home by 6 pm.

Thursday morning we were up and back to Carle this time. We saw our beloved Vasireddy and then to the infusion suite. Keytruda and then an extra couple of hours of fluids. I’ve got to start, er, upgrade, my nagging for him to drink more water.

Today, one quick appointment for me and when we got home we officially collapsed.

The news was great but the long week dulls it a bit. I feel like a pencil nub, the lead point long gone and worn down to a soft, shiny grey roundness.

I’ve got a quiet weekend to recover and next week will be busy but I get to see loved ones. I may just get my sharp point back.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia