Chemo 2.10

The home stretch. Just a few more weeks of the current regiment.

Chemo Friday was smooth and almost boring. No doctor's appointment, no running to make it there on time, nothing extraordinary. We had a nurse who we haven't had before but have seen a bunch. She was very nice and very efficient. Michele was pretty tired after two days of fighting a clod and fighting a baby with a cold. She was dozing on and off the whole time.

It wasn't very busy, and everyone seemed like they were ready for the week to end. There was one older lady who arrived after us who caused a bit of a stir. We knew she was coming before she arrived because all the nurses were running around arguing over who would get her, where she would sit ("she likes this chair because she can see the trees!"), etc. I thought the bloody queen of England was rolling in. But, she was just a very nice old lady who had been there for a long time and clearly ingratiated herself to the staff. I hope Michele is never that well known... better to be "remember that beautiful girl who used to come her..."...

Two more to go... Rock 'n roll!