Hi ho, Dave here, typing away while Cheryl gets her central line (ick) stuck in. Fortunately, she's been given some nice potent painkillers, so I'll get to deal with Loopy Cheryl for a few hours before she begins her first interleukin treatment at 3:00.
We're in Unit 5k, the Oncology floor, for those in the area wishing to visit (however, I don't advise coming today, we're just getting settled in and the parade of nurses and doctors looking to poke, prod and extract vital bodily fluids is neverending). And, sadly, the oncology ward is "booked up" so Cheryl is having to share a room with another patient. This also means I can't crash here, but that might be for the best as I go stir crazy whenever I'm in one place for too long.
There's always Powell's Books, at least. Maybe I can pick up some Get Fuzzy anthologies for Cheryl.
On the bright side, one of the oncology nurses came by to kindly ask Cheryl for some of her blood for some cancer studies (and to be a willing guinea pig for various new thermometers for oncology patients), and he expounded upon many of the new melanoma treatments coming out, which he was very excited about. So if the IL-2 doesn't work (but it will), it certainly sounds like we'll have Options B, C, and D available to us. Which is more than you could say five years ago.
We'll keep you all updated as the week continues. Happy thoughts, of course, are always appreciated.
Dave
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Sounds like your next few days will be very interesting. And by interesting, I mean a pain in the ass.
Hope things go well and love both your writing styles.
We're all pulling for you.
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