- I'm more productive sitting in the infusion chair than I am in my office. It's kind of like flying. When I travelled often for work, I longed for a 3-hour flight to have uninterruped thinking and working time.
- A joke: What do voting and getting chemo have in common? You don't need an IQ test for either. (Inspired by idiotic conversation of two patients in the waiting room. Sigh.)
- Smiles are always good. Laughs even better. Seriously, there must be research that actually bears this out.
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- Twenty years ago, if I wanted to update people real time, I would have had to find a payphone at the hospital.
- And if I wanted to recap the events afterwards, I suppose I would have written a letter.
- Three done. Three to go. Bloodwork looked good yesterday (in fact, hemoglobin/hematocrit hasn't looked this good for 3 years, probably.) Here's to that continuing. Next month, we get bloodwork and scans before treatment.
- I've seen the bill for chemo (not just my copay, but the whole cost) and I don't care where you stand politically but thank God for healthcare insurance, and for two important considerations: no preexisting condition exclusion; and no cap on lifetime insurance coverage.
- And, finally, having heard the old, cranky wife of my infusion neighbor who, among other things was complaining that he was taking his pills one at a time (he was having difficulty swallowing), and was yelling at him because he wanted to go kayaking... NEXT SUMMER, it reminded me that I have an incredibly supportive wife, family and friends. Thank you!
--Michael
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