Monday, June 10, 2013

The infusion room

I have always hated this room. People here stare through empty eyes. The last time I was here My friend Bud was still alive.  I miss him. My nurse is nice. She talks a lot. My thoughts are lost in the chatter. A guy beside me still has his hair. It must be his first time. I was wrong. He has CLL. The I.V. feels like ice in my veins today.  I have band practice today.  I can't wait for the rain to stop falling so I can get out of here.

If you add all the days together I only think about cancer a couple of weeks per year. I only have cancer when I am here.