"Having dental surgery without any freezing..."
"Slamming his hand repeatedly in the car door..."
"Being trapped in closet with Glenn Beck..."
"Um...Things Mark would have rather done than have chemo yesterday??"
Yeah, yesterday was not fun. Mark did not want to be at chemo. I cannot blame him at all. First of all, he has been so sick since leaving the clinic two weeks ago, he couldn't stand the idea of doing it again this week. Secondly, this is a rough week for him, August 15 is the anniversary of his mum's death and the few days leading up to it are always really difficult for him.
Ordinarily, he and I both work in the morning before chemo but yesterday was weird. We were home, farting around. We got to chemo earlier than normal so we had more time to see the folks in the waiting room. A little girl, maybe 5 or 6, was there running around with her brother while she received her chemo. It was heartbreaking to see but at the same time, I thought, at least whatever she's got, they are treating her. She could be a big success story but boy, it's difficult to see a child in the cancer clinic.
Eventually we got in there, Mark got hooked up and that pump couldn't click fast enough. He's feeling a lot better this go round. He felt pretty good last night, slept well, and this morning, he's up at a decent time. We've had coffee on the porch and so far, the day is going okay. I'm happy to say that this week, the anticipation has been far worse than the actual event. Just 2 more rounds to go. We'll both be really relieved for this to be over.