And though it is his birthday, it probably wasn't spent the way he would like to spend it. He had to be at PCMH this morning at 7 a.m. for his PET scan. He could have had it later in the day, but John being John, wanted it early so he could get it done, get to work, and not be hindered. Ain't he amazing?
When he checked in to get his treatment, the nurse realized it was his birthday. John, jokingly told her, he just knew they would have balloons, be singing, and have cake and ice cream, for him. Well, after the scan, he walks into the hall and there they are, singing Happy Birthday and holding balloons and a card. What a sweet thing for them to do for my baby!
I didn't go with him for the PET scan because I was scheduled for chemo treatment #4 today and had to be at the doctor's office early too. It was the regular routine, get blood taken by the vampire nurse so they can see if everything is going well, see the doctor and then get hooked up for treatment. My blood numbers are trending down. The doctor said this was normal, but he didn't want it to go too low, so I will have booster shot on Thursday when I get my travel chemo pump taken removed. The shot will cause my bone marrow to go into overdrive trying to make good cells and hopefully get my numbers back up. But, the nurses said it will make my back hurt pretty bad.
As I was leaving and walking toward my hot car, drained, weak, and tired, from five hours of chemo, I heard a voice...."Pat Adams, is that you?" I looked over and saw a young lady I know. (I will not mention her name because I didn't ask her permission to tell this story.) She was getting out of her car and I walked over to speak to her. "I was just thinking about you and praying for you and your husband....I read your blog and whenever I feel down and out, I go and get inspiration from your posts," she said. I thanked her and told her it had really helped me to share my story with people. "You will never know how many people you have helped, you just don't know. I'm here to see the doctor too, I'm having problems." As she spoke, her eyes teared up and I could tell, she was scared. Things were happening in her body that were not good. It may be nothing, but she was getting ready to see a specialist and with that visit, she knew it could open the door for so many things, bad things. From reading my blog, she knew the doctor was the same one that diagnosed my problem.
Sometimes these horrid things start out with just a little symptom and before you know it, your world has been turned up side down. I tried to reassure her that she was young and it is probably nothing, but until she hears the doctor say that, my words just weren't enough. We hugged each other, wiped our tears, and again she thanked me. I headed for my car to go home....and she headed in to see the doctor. Like all the others waiting inside, something is wrong and she is scared.
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