"Should we get two more hamburgers and eat until we are sick?" I asked Joe.
"Uh, if you want to," he replied, looking at me strangely. He knows that red meat hasn't appealed to me for months, and now here I was, asking if we should get more.
"Well, I don't think I could anyway. I'm just so upset. It's my last meal before all the ugliness begins tomorrow," I said in a small voice, looking down. I gazed distantly at the white plastic of our table, and watched Evan out of the corner of my eye. He was having a fine time eating french fries and totally ignoring his burger, except to periodically poke a hole into the top of the bun.
Time waits for no woman, though, and sure enough, the day arrives and we're getting ready to go. Joe and Sharon have been my consistent companions for the first day of chemo, and they knew I was nervous. To be honest, I was scared. But the world is always easier to take with your loved ones around you. We sat in the infusion center's waiting room, passively waiting to be called, when I was approached by an odd looking woman with extremely blond hair and very plumped-up lips.
"Excuse me," she said loudly. "But I have to tell you that you are a very pretty girl. Do you have cancer?"
My hand went up to the lovely Diane Von Furstenburg scarf that Sharon bought for me, which was currently wrapped around my bald head. Um, is she an idiot? Obviously, right? Hint #1: I am bald. Hint #2: I have a head scarf on. Hint #3: We are in a chemotherapy infusion center. Duh. "Yes," I replied, in a fake-friendly voice. "I do."
"Oh. Well, you are very beautiful," she said. I opened my mouth to tell her she was beautiful too, as she obviously invested a great deal of time and money into her plastic appearance, but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. An awkward pause lay between us. I guess she was expecting me to pay her the same compliment, too, but there are limits to what a person can force herself to do in one day. I thought she might say that she had cancer, as well, but she instead jerked her thumb over to the gentleman next to her and said, "So does he." She continued to flap oddly in his direction until he looked up, surprised.
"Oh!" I said, trying to disguise my own surprise. Imagine volunteering someone else's cancer! What is going on?! Can this get any weirder?
"What kind do you have?" the blueberry-lipped collagen lady asked in a long tones.
"I have lymphoma," I said.
"So does he!" she said loudly. I look around nervously.
"What kind do you have?" he asked in a moderate, even tone. "I have Hodgkins."
"Oh, I have T-cell Lyphoma."
"Oh," he responded.
Thankfully, at that moment the nurse called my name and I was saved from further conversation with the lip-plumper lady and her cancer-mate. I left, saying goodbye.
Hello, dahling. You are a very pretty girl... |
And so my day continued. I actually retched this time just after they administered the red syringe. They brought me a throw-up bucket, and ran in with a shot of something that made me very sleepy. It was Ativan, which is known to enhance the effects of my anti-nausea drug, Zofran. But Mama it knocked me out! Made me dizzy too. I couldn't believe how fast those nurses moved! But I guess there is no throwing up in the infusion center. Come to think of it, I have never seen anyone throw up there before.
Finally, it was done, and I was able to go home, where I slept for several more hours. I woke up to find that my friend Heather, who brings me meals even when it isn't her turn on the MOMS Club dinner list, had actually made us a bolognese sauce, complete with an enormous fruit basket, bread, and salad. Wow. I feel so lucky to have friends like her, but I'm not sure I was able to properly express my gratitude. Unfortunately, my body completed what I tried to do at the infusion center, and without those sprinting nurses, I finally threw up. Fortunately, I can tell her thank you now -- thank you so much, Heather. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all that you, my friends, my family, and everyone else at the MOMS Club do for me.
It's strange. Cancer makes you feel so bad, but it can also bring you some unexpected moments of happiness drawn from the love and care people show to you. It's like it cuts through all the formality and allows people to really open up and be mindful, and thoughtful, about telling you how much you are loved. First, there's Joe. He takes such good care of me -- I know that Evan and I are always on his mind and he's always trying to think of ways to make our lives better. But I also have my wonderful friends and family who are always praying for me, and thinking about me. Not a day goes by when I don't get an email or a text from my cousin Angela, my cousins Christine and Albert, or my sister Catherine. And Sharon is at almost every infusion. I am one sick, but lucky gal.
Speaking of which, I think I may need to call it a night. The neuropathy in my hands and the roiling in my stomach is keeping me from typing properly, so I guess I will have to just post this and one more item before signing off. I am buckling myself in, because this is indeed already a very bumpy ride!
It's been so scary seeing your tiny little body endure so much torture... When the nurse said that red stuff could literally burn through your veins, it was heart breaking. When you started gagging from nausea when the next chemo medicine went into your veins, it made sense that the nurses started running around. Nooooo... They were not going to let you vomit in there. When the magical emend medicine wasn't good enough, I couldn't believe how they knocked you out with the other medicine. One bag after another into your veins for hours and hours. And somehow you are able to find peace and serenity amidst all this chaos. You truly amaze me. And this is how I know you will beat this. You... the most beautiful and courageous person in the whole wide world... in so many ways. Of course, you would stop strangers in their tracks to admire you and ask you about your life.
ReplyDeleteJust one word: AMAZING!
ReplyDeleteEver since I was little, I've always looked up to you. Now: I'm convinced you are forever my hero!