Drip, drip, drip.


Today I just finished up my third consecutive day of chemotherapy, the usual start to a new treatment cycle.  That involved about 8 total hours hooked up to an IV pump, actually 3 pumps to be precise, and infusing about 2 liters (+/- 2 quarts) of several poisionous chemicals.  Those drugs are designed to kill very active fast growing cells.  Those cells are cancer cells, but they are also include hair and beard type cells so there is some collateral damage, some seen and some unseen.  I sometimes wonder about what might be included in that unseen category, but I don't get too worked up about what I can't see or feel.  I'll just leave that aspect to the Lord, and let Him deal with it.


So that's 8 hours of chair time, plus 3 trips to Duke at 3 hours per trip, an appointment with the doctor, and a few hours in waiting rooms.  That adds up to 3 perfectly good days that could have been spent in far more interesting and pleaurable pursuits.  But we are where we are and we do what we have to do.  Or as they say, we just go with the flow.  The good news is that we now have 11 days with no further medical visits, a vacation of sorts.  So we will rest up from sitting in chairs, and sitting in doctors offices, and sitting in waiting rooms, and we will consider what other pursuits we might undertake to fill all our spare time.  Oh, the stresses and strains of being retired.

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