Love is Love...

Chemo is today at 9:30. Dad is meeting me there. It's always nice to have him there with me. Especially today since it's likely to be a sad day.

One of my favorite chemo nurses passed away last week unexpectedly at the age of 47. His funeral is today. Bill was one of the nurses who was there my first time around, and he is the only nurse that was still there when I had to go back last year. It was a new building and a new chemo room, but his familiar face was a comforting sight. He was a great guy who helped a lot of people. He will be missed.

I am feeling good, albeit sleep deprived. The steroids kept me up pretty much all night, I might have slept for a few hours. I got a lot accomplished this weekend in preparation for not feeling well again soon...washed car, got groceries, cleaned house, did laundry. Stuff I haven't been doing much of lately because of the way I felt since my last chemo. Every day I've felt a bit better. I am just beginning to feel somewhat 'normal', just in time to get knocked back down. Hopefully this time though it'll just be the usual chemo sickness without the other stuff mixed in.

How sad is it when I hope for just feeling really crappy instead of reallyreally crappy?!?

In case you've ever wondered what my doctor's office looks like, here's a picture of the doors I've walked through way too many times:

KCCC-Southwest

There are 9 KCCC locations in town. That is a good thing for those of us diagnosed with cancer, but it's also very sad that there have to be that many. Or any cancer clinics at all for that matter.

Bill and I always talked about wishing they'd all go out of business. He said he'd gladly be unemployed if it meant getting rid of cancer once and for all.

Rest in peace, Bill.