It might seem odd to be joyful – but – hey, the blood count was high enough and IN I went. Had my first session yesterday – smaller bag, so it didn’t take as long as three hours – just two. They seem the same anyway. It was so crowded, I had to wait for an available chair.
Lots of people are sick – parking at the facility is a nightmare – they even have a parking garage in addition to all over parking around all the buildings. People in various states of illness – some people hurt so bad, it breaks your heart to see them wheeled about – other walking in under their own steam – some alone, some with a partner, others have an entourage – kids and all.
It puts my bitching in check – going in there – getting out of my pitiful shell and seeing just how many people need this hospital – and then I think of the ones who can’t afford to belong to a Kaiser plan.
I read a story about a woman in Sacramento who bought a warehouse near Loaves and Fishes (Sacramento homeless care center) to turn into a hospice/chemo center for those on the street. Apparently, her grandson died on the streets and this is a memorial action for her to do in his memory. wow – the thought of someone in battle with cancer and needing chemo on top of that – makes my eyes tear up. When I find out more about the center, I’ll post it.
My asthma kicked in with this damp “cold” weather. I know I used quotes – I see the East coast and Midwest weather feeds and feel as if 50s and 60s would seem like summer to them. In fact, I do see people in flip-flops and no coats at the hospital – but then again, they probably have a kickin’ immune system where mine has disappeared somewhere. (Hey, we’re busy fighting your cancer, silly!)
Well, gotta get busy for another session this morning – ONE more on Friday. Then I am on parole. George knows parole is, doesn’t he, Susan? Giggle from Mike’s walk with George in the woods.