Chemo Day

Good morning, Amanda.

I’m home this morning because I’m taking D to chemo today. I’m stopping for coffee and bagels on the way (usually, for her very early appointments, we stop on the way and eat in the car), so we’ve built in a little time for us to sit and eat before heading to the hospital. That way I will also be there to help her get ready if necessary.

I haven’t seen her since her last hospitalization, and I’m a little anxious this morning, I must say. I know she continues to struggle with headaches, and wonder if she’ll look frail or be her normal self. What has come to be her normal self, anyway. I also haven’t taken her to a treatment yet where she gets her chemotherapy through a port in her head.

Today along with healthy snacks and water and mags, I’m also going to pack Foodie Fight ;-) and a book I’m reading that I know will make D laugh. It’s Wally Lamb’s new book that is so unlike his previous 700 page heavy-duty books. It’s a small trim, 250 page novel told from a fifth grade boy’s perspective in the 60s. I don’t know if I told you about it yet, but you’d love it. Such an easy, fun, and nostalgiac read. Anyway, I think I’ll offer to start reading it with her aloud—cover to cover—or I’ll just read some funny passages that I’ve already read.

On the way down to her house I’ll pray for the strength to keep my cool and stay positive. And while we’re in the infusion area, in between tid bits of conversation, recipe tips and stories, I’ll pray that the poison flowing through the line, into her brain this time, is working.

[Deep breath.]

Love you,
Barb