it took forever to get him into the truck today to get him to chemo, but finally did it. 0nce we arrived I got him into a wheelchair and took him inside the door so that I could move my truck, upon exiting the building a short morbidly obese black woman trash talks me about taking too much time, I said very little to her, but I hope when she meets Her jesus it is a short visit.
got to the lab and the lady behind the window marked him off the list, so we waited too long. I finally asked what was going on and she asked me to have a seat. I said he needs to have blood drawn and you have him marked off. the nurse behind the lady finally straightened her out and before I could take the 5-8 steps to the waiting area they called his name. After blood draw we went to the doc's appt at which time we learn his platelettes are too low to get a treatment. DAMMIT! he gets so disappointed whent this happens. me too.
Something that has been bothering me as well is the expressions and gasps we hear and see when I wheel him into the waiting area of the lab. I am not sure how to take it anymore. I know some of these people are diagnosed with a cancer of some type and may be affraid that they will some day look like him. there wasone lady there who was affraid to even enter the waiting area.
It hurts a lot to see people behave this way, but I suppose I can both sides of this particular coin.
to all, I say tellyour friends and family how much they mean to you everyday. Seriously, you never know what day is the last day you have with them.