This morning we got up early for an 8:00 am radiation appointment. Sam got to coughing a lot and got to feeling bad while I was making some toast, but he managed to come back to the table to eat one piece with some peanut butter on it. Then we headed over to his appointment.
While Sam was in the back I was able to just sit in the waiting area and listen to conversations. One guy, who was a caregiver to his wife, was encouraging another guy, who was a patient, who was waiting on his name to be called. The "patient" was telling the "caregiver" that he had experienced back surgery one year, a heart attack the next year, surgery to remove melanoma on his nose the following year, and this year it is lymphoma. What is next? The "caretaker" replied that he must be a great fighter and to just keep it up! Another guy in the room was a patient who got tired off all his long hair falling out (he was a biker with long gray hair) so he decided to get it cut "Mohawk style" just for the fun of it! He also said that his son called his hair the color of chrome. How appropriate for a biker!
As you sit in the waiting room and look at all the people you really recognize that cancer attacks all sorts of people, from all sorts of backgrounds.
The treatment seemed to go well, except for the normal "washed out" feeling afterwards. We headed back to the room, gathered our stuff and headed back to Lake Placid for the weekend (at least up until Sunday evening)!
Sam ate pretty good once we got to the Truck Stop: jello, grapes, and clam chowder.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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