We have been through 2/30 radiation treatments so far. The nurse at the radiation treatment center is amazing. She is in the right job. She lets Andrew push all of the buttons on his anesthesia medication pump (right before he passes out). She has a needle for his port which is amazingly unobtrusive (Andrew only notices it when he sees it) and she does his bloodwork, neupogen shots, and cleans his sticky-taped-skin with adhesive remover, all while he is under anesthesia. Sweet and kind. Hooray for sweet and kind!!
On the other hand, MD Anderson hospital seems to have no concept of time. Everything seems to take a minimum of three hours. The opthamologist appointment was at 11. We left her office at 2:30. She finally walked in at 2:15, and had apparently not even glanced at Andrew's file because she proceeded to ask her three sycophants for "a brief summary of his case." Meanwhile John and I were rolling our eyes at her arrogance. Anything she said was met with a rageful feeling that she had absolutely no respect for us, or our time. My only space of tolerance for her, and the only reason I did not completely ignore her, is that she may be some genius whose knowledge we may need in the future. Hopefully not.
Otherwise, Andrew is doing okay. Chemo is scheduled to start again tomorrow. We are adjusting to Houston and enjoying the frequent rain and thunderstorms, and the slightly cooler weather. Anything is better than 117 degrees!! Arizona is an oven right now, so we are glad to be missing that.
When we are not at the hospital, we have been checking out the local museums:
Today we went to a butterfly exhibit and saw a 5 foot flower that is supposed to smell like a corpse when it opens. It's name is Lois. My mom is Lois too. Meet Lois and Lois.
On Sunday we went to the Kemah boardwalk and rode some carnival rides. We are making a vacation out of this in our spare moments.
and one from Virginia!