Sitting in the Throne Chair

Yesterday I reclined in a soft padded chair for six and a half hours while others waited upon me. The benadryl put me into a pleasant state of floating slightly above the activity going on around me. Bob and I watched a couple of episodes on “Curb your Enthusiasm” on a DVD. Laughter is good. When I spilled a cup of water, Jeff was there to clean up the mess. Meanwhile thousands of dollars of chemo was slowly dripping into my bloodstream… Taxol, Avastin, and Carboplatin… a chemical cocktail designed to aggressively attack my specific lung cancer. Whether or not it is true, I feel like I am buying more time. It is hard for me to imagine all that stuff flowing through my body today. So far I have not experienced any ill effects. My food still tastes good and I have had no nausea. My first experience receiving chemotherapy was a good one, with caring and helpful nurses, a sense of sharing the experience with other patients in the room – overhearing at least two conversations about cats – many of the patients were already hairless, a fate I will soon share with them.

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