I made it through my last (for now) chemo drip in the infusion room. This time around the effects are more intensive, but that is what they told me to expect.
The TV chair was already taken so there were no fights over the Fox news channel. I met the most amazing woman, one of the volunteers who keeps coming by and telling you to drink water. She over heard me talk about Aaron's pole vaulting. Turns out she was an Olympic pentathlete in the early 60's. I really enjoyed speaking with her about sportsmanship and the earlier Olympics. The bad part of the story is that I think she thought I was from that generation as well.
Cynthia came in for the last part of my treatment and took a picture of me in the barcalounger.
I have this last week of the regular Chemo and then radiation until next Tuesday. Most of my energy in gone but I am still eating and reasonably coherent (although my kids would disagree with the last statement)
The more I ponder this setback the more fortunate I feel about how early it was dectected. Unfortunately, I am like a broken record to anyone on my generation (not a 1960 olympic athlete) to get checked early. Every time I talk with someone new about it, I hear a story about someone in their 40's who found out about their colon Cancer and they were already at stage 3 or 4.
I am really looking forward to finishing up and feeling better. In the meantime every one's support, thoughts and prayers are helping me get through this last stretch.
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