French Word of the Day: deuxième (dooze-E-em) second
Well folks, treatment number two has arrived! Both my parents have joined me again. My mom brought cookies for all the nurses in the infusion lab (for bribery to get the best chair, I assume. She’s a tricksy one, that Siobhan). The nurses loved the cookies and have been extremely nice (well-played, mom, well-played).
To be fair, they were nice last time too.
I have been warned several times that the effects are accumulative, so I’ll get at least as sick if not sicker this time- but also assured that sometimes people don’t have any issues at all. (“It’s probably going to SUCK, but it could also be okay. Who knows, right?”) Gotta love how forthright the medical community is. I’m going to be the first person who gets less sick each time. By the sixth time, the chemo won’t even enter my body- it’ll just go straight through.
Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but we’re busy watching TV shows about polygamy. (HBO’s Big Love anyone? I think we’ve confused everyone else in the room with our running commentary. “Wait, he’s getting ANOTHER wife?” “Oh, she’s so gonna kill him.”)