Round 3, coming my way!
Sister #1 is here with me. We arrived 15 minutes early to be sure we got good seats. "Good," as in, "minimal view of other cancer sojourners and easy access to power outlets so we can BLOG SIMULTANEOUSLY."
Well. We ended up with a maximum view of the chemo barn. But the power outlets are all ours, baby.
Courtney withdrew my blood at 8:20 to send to the lab. My appointment with the doctor is to happen at 9:30. But this will not yield any further Markus Family History because that doctor is not in today. Instead, I'm seeing a substitute. I'll let you know all about him or her.
There's only one other patient here so far. A young guy. Not older than 25. Here with his Dad. I think he thought Courtney was cute. But it might just be that he was doing the whole rookie thing. You know: I'm OK. I'm really pleasant. I don't mind being here. I'm happy to see you! brave face thing.
Not that I did that. My rookie position was more: I can't believe I'm going to have chemo pumped into my body. This very moment might be my nadir.
Oh! His name is Joseph. The nurse just called him.
Other signs he is a rookie:
He has a full head of hair and a beard. And Courtney used the freezing spray on him before sticking with him, whereas those of us more seasoned have our lidocane cream we put on at home.
More to come.
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