Chemo Day

Here are a few random shots I took when I was getting chemo. I never loose a photo op. The nurse brought this in after the first dose of stuff that took 5 hours to go in

This the red syringe has been nick named the Red Devil I guess this is the one that doles out the side effects. I know what they are. But I feel fine today. So I won't go there. They also gave me one called vincristine. Kind of a pretty name for a chemo drug. Lastly they hung a drug called cytoxine. For those of you who know a little biology, the 'cyto' stands for cell and the toxin is, well a toxin. Thus it is a drug to kill cells. And it doesn't particularly care which cells it kills. Hence the side effects from the wrong cells being killed

During the day I felt well enough to wander around the floor a little just stretching my legs and picking up literature they had lying around.
I also got hungry. I didn't expect that. Frank brought me a big plate of cooked veggies from the cafeteria. It was only luke warm by the time he got it there. and no flavoring. Just imagine a soggy pile of broccoli, carrots, peas and green beans.  And it was completely unappealing. I had the nurse throw it out as soon as he left However he topped it off with an ice cream bar. So all was forgiven.

Later on the nurses rustled up some crackers and things. Here is my healthy snack. It gave me cheetos fingers, Ya gotta love it.

As the day wore on my stuff piled up on my tray table. No matter where I am the pack rat in me comes out. After I took the picture I sorted things out a bit.
I kept busy with my iPad and all the literature they gave us. There is a lot to learn. Knowledge is power.

I took some time to get all comfy in the bed with my iPhone tuned to a meditation tape, I went into another dimension. Mike came in and sat on the bed for a while and held my hand. He encouraged me to let go of his pain. I had been holding it so close that my cells just got way out of balance.  He told me that I was the one who loved him unconditionally. He stayed as long as he could for my sake. But his life was full of pain.
Then he left and my angels came in and stood around my bed. One of them sat on the bed where Mike had been sitting and held my hand like he did. Words were not necessary.

Soon the day ended and they called Frank to pick me up. As we drove out of the parking lot, the sun was setting. I made it through. And I felt ok. The build up of tension has subsided. I have set my feet upon a path.