Don was a cute birthday cowboy years ago. He was also a a fine cowboy-chemo- buddy yesterday.
But today is Don's birthday and I wish the timing was better for celebrating. Don deserves some festive focus today, but our big outing was about my trip to the hospital to get my Nuelasta shot.
Actually our trip to the office was pleasant. It was right after the office lunch break and all was peaceful. Freenea gave me my shot and I didn't feel it. Lala, who had missed my bell ringing after chemo yesterday, came out and insisted we dance and ring a bit.
I even got to sneak some little gifts to some of the nurses and staff who have been so kind.
Then, I realized it was Don's birthday and he should have been in the photo. It's his day to have some attention. I mentioned that he was the birthday boy and suddenly he got some love. It was nice to hear staff rave about how supportive and fun he has been at every appointment, chemo and otherwise. They've seen him playing his support role, more than most anyone. I was so glad for him to get the spotlight for a change.
Next we got to spend some time in the parking garage as witnesses to a couple car scrapes. Some woman in a gigantic truck scraped one car, then proceeded to scrape another, before heading into the hospital. Don had to do his birthday duty, talking to security and police, while our carry outs at Thai Cottage got cold.
And then I started to get all worried about this woman in the truck, who ignored the damage she'd done. Was she distraught or in a daze? Who knows why she was heading in the hospital. Now I'm worried about her!
But we made it home without any scrapes and luckily my chemo blahs haven't kicked in yet. We worked on the puzzle. And we'll play ukuleles later. (Don loves both) Then there are some presents to open and some cake, hiding in the refrigerator. I'm just glad for the focus to be on this sweet guy for a while. He's been doing nothing but looking after me. It's his turn!
Cancer - 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!