Well, it's Friday and the weekend is almost upon us. This also means that I have had the last of my Radiation treatments for the week and am 10% finished. Best is I am off on the weekend. I am also feeling better today as the nausea was not present. Just having those pills makes me feel better. Thank you for all your suggestions, they are always appreciated.
I had my first appointment with the Nutritionist today. She had lots of suggestions for me and I should be able to maintain my vegan diet. Part of the new regimen includes protein supplements and a lot of smoothies which I should be able to manage. I'm also supposed to drink 2.5 litres of water every day. Sad but true, I'm not a big one for water so I guess I'll have to mend my ways as there is a new water sheriff in town who makes Nurse Rachet seem like a pussy cat.
Spirits were high in Waiting Room J, everyone loves Fridays. We saw three patients leave with their masks in hand, but before they did a bell was rung and everyone in the waiting room applauded as this marked their last treatment. There is a very warm feeling of comaraderie among the patients and their spouses or significant others as we are all in this together and are one big support group. Cancer certainly levels the playing field.
So, it's four down and thirty to go and I'm off for the weekend. I'm sure I'll have more on Monday.
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Charles one week down!!! Yay...Kelly had trouble with nausea pretty quickly, too...we tried the zofram...but liked compazine better...I have a bunch here you can have to try...also, use the MDA Pharmacy's they alway have what you need and seem to be covered more often then walgreens...go figure? We have been thinking about you all...and we are betting on you and number 97...have a restful weekend! charner
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're connecting, which I've always heard is the calm within the storm for those who can see it.
ReplyDeleteCould it be true that the quality of our days rises in direct proportion to our connectedness with them, to our awareness and appreciation of the moments themselves?
If that were true, could we say that five Friday minutes in Waiting Room J, hearing that bell and taking in the scene, packs more punch, squeezes more juice, than an hour in a mirror with a razor in your hand?
Certainly nothing new here in this convoluted Oprah-speak. It's just interesting to me how we can know a thing to be true, but forget it again and again, only to be reminded when we need to know the most.
This phenomenon, this kindness-by-design, must give pause to a purely intellectual (sneeze-cough-"agnostic"-mumble-"begyourpardon") man such as yourself.
Truly, I should be shot for tweaking a fella on his own cancer blog, but in my heart I see you skipping through the dew from Friday J to Friday J and right on out the back door of this whole episode, Charles, clearly washed in the light of a lovely, sustaining grace.
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