Isn't it a little funny, don't you think?

Monday.
A twelve year old patient slowly wheels up next to me and stops near the water fountain. I was just waiting as usual for a blood tests or admission in the Children's Hospital. After that moment of silence and my assuming that he wanted to chat, I said something generic like. "how's treatment going? I've noticed we're on the same schedule." Easily the details, diagnosis, etc of our situations come out. He's a great, realistic kid with a good attitude and a bone sarcoma on his knee. He asked me which drugs I've taken, so I told him...ifos and dox. "I've taken ifos. Have you taken Chemo Extreme?" "Nope." "Then you've had it easy, that stuff's the worst." I say Chemo Extreme, because I can't rememeber the name. After the kid was done serving me on how his chemo was better than mine, his mom must have smelled blood in the water. She didn't hesitate to jump in and tag team with Alex, remarking on the horrid chemo and using scary facial expressions to let me know this stuff was BAD. I managed to get my composure, but when Moms said, "nobody pushes Alex around," I had to give him a love nudge with my foot, sending him and the chair back about six feet. He looked like he wanted to come after me, but I was keeping an eye on "Million Dollar Baby's Momma" over to the right. The smoke settled and we agreed to squash it and erase the hate. After fist loves around , we walked and wheeled away as friends. Let's face it, we're both on the Cute Kids Photo Board together on the Children's Floor. Pray for these kids. The are so cute, innocent, and strong (so are their families). I would never kick a kid in a wheel chair because he was insinuating his chemo was cooler than mine. Only the wholesome funny parts of the story are true.

Tuesday
Ashley and I tried a new techique to wait at home for a room to be ready after doing bloodwork the previous day (and getting served). We were psyched because it was supposed to cut down on hospital limbo waiting until a room was ready. Our not so firendly previous tenant aka. "the Unibomber" had other ideas. Apparenly when the nurse came in to do a final check on the room that was quite the surprise under towel #2 in the bathroom. They informed us of the crappy situation and that finally the matter was resolved.

Chemo was somewhat delayed do to port irritability, but after raising both hands and coughing loud, we figured out how to get the port working. Very scientific.

I'm checked in, laying in bed a fairly large room. Typing is somewhat of a challenge. The family has diligently split up the hours of visitation with me to the minute. Currently, I've got my bride.

2 treatments this time down, 3 to go. Felt worst during treament but much better when I woke up. Treatments should take place around 6-8pm.

See you soon. Thanks for checking in.