Well, the chemo treatment on Wednesday was less than optimal. It started with taking an inordinate amount of time to find a parking space in what has to be the worst parking garage IN THE WORLD. I drive a Scion Xb; not what you would call an overly large car. In fact, it looks small next to almost any other vehicle (with the exception of, perhaps, a Mini Cooper). There are parking spaces in the garage at Emory Hospital marked for compact cars and, if I do it JUST RIGHT, I can just barely get my itsy, bitsy car in between the marks identifying parking spaces.
Having dealt with the parking, I made my way into the Ambulatory Care unit and signed in to have my labs drawn. My appointment was for 2p (I got there at 2:10p — I didn’t expect it to take so long to find a parking space; did I mention I hate the parking garage at Emory??), but they were not able to get me back to access my port and draw the blood until 3:20p. Thank goodness I had my PSP with me (I watch movies on it while I’m waiting). Once my blood was drawn, I sat waiting to be called back to the chemo bay (another 20 or so minutes of sheer joy). I got in and situated and then I waited…and waited…and waited…Actually, Nurse Jane had told me that, since my blood was drawn so late, that it had to be analyzed over at the hospital (and that I should consider getting to the hospital earlier to have my blood drawn — grrrr….). The good news, I guess, was that it didn’t take the hour that Nurse Jane suggested it would take and I was soon being pumped full of poison (and getting nauseous). I got out of the hospital around 5:30p or 5:45p. One more down — 4 to go!
As has been the case previously, I’m more tired yesterday and today than I have been prior to chemo, but I don’t feel quite as worn out as I did last treatment. My nausea is quite as bad this time round either, which is ALWAYS a good thing. Thank goodness, too, as I am looking forward to eating the chili I’m going to make for the superbowl party we’re having at our house on Sunday.
On the plus side, my mother has come down to visit with us and it’s nice to have her around. The kids are excited to see her (though, the displayed excitement is inversely proportional to the child’s age — let’s just say that everyone at the airport on Thursday knew that “Granny” was here to visit thanks to my daughter).
Also on the plus side is my continued participation in Wood Badge. To remind you all, Wood Badge is the ultimate in training for scout leaders. Last year I participated as a student and will get my beads (the outward indication that I successfully completed the requirements for the course). Tomorrow also begins my participation in Wood Badge from the other side; I am part of the 2009 training staff. It is an honor to be asked to participat and I am excited to do so. Of course, those who know me probably won’t be surprised when I say that there is part of me that wonders whether I would have been selected to be on WB training staff had I not had cancer? Regardless, I’m there and I’m going to do enjoy my time on staff and do my best in that role.
One of the things that I enjoy about my photography is the ability to look at things differently than other people. Case in point, while traveling a couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to visit a lighthouse. I climbed the circular stairs up to the beacon and looked out the window (and even took some pictures), but before heading back down, I looked over the railing of the spiral staircase and took this picture. (Click on the image to see the larger version.) More, soon!