Being in a medical drug study, I have to have blood drawn after each chemo. That's fine if you have a nurse named Augusta, who greets with smiles and hugs and and distracting chatter. After Round 1, Augusta came to my house 12 days in a row.
Today I had a different nurse. That's okay, because Augusta warned me that she couldn't be there. But my new nurse seemed... well, new. Of course she was a trained nurse, but I had to show her which table we use and where the sink was and where the box is that holds the materials needed for the study. I had to introduce her to my veins and she did not compliment them, like other nurses. She studied my veins way too long and that got me worried. And she didn't say "Okay, take a deep breath..." like Augusta does. Of course I can do that without prompting, so I did. And I also said, "Ouch!" I have never said "Ouch" to Augusta. It was the first time it actually hurt and I felt like a little kid, which made me feel so very sad for all the young kids who are dealing with cancer and needles and procedures and hurting. And that thought makes me feel sad for the parents of those young children...
But, at least I don't have to do the 12 day thing. Only 4 visits after each treatment now. I really can be a big girl about this.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!