Typing fast since I am running out of time before the “big event” starts and I am going to be down and mostly out-of-it for the next ~ 60 hours. Reps from the pharmaceutical company will arrive in my room with, I am told, an entourage. They will perform a minor magic trick as they thaw bags of my killer t-cells grown in the lab. I hoping for a dry ice style smoke experience and maybe a Stonehenge effigy dropped from the ceiling.
So commences the end of chemotherapeutic agents and the start of final stage of interleukin 2 infusions. Let the “fall risk” / forced bed rest / fevers/ heart monitoring / help peeing / uncontrolled tremors / and who knows what else begin. Thankfully there promises to be drugs and expert care involved.
Some people have been known to perform this high wire IL-2 trick from the comfort of their homes. I would rather be here. CU Hospital is a great place. The doctors and nurses have been and are amazing. They have cool response, found in every one of the staff’s lexicon, to the phrase thank you, “of-course.” It reminds me of Chick Fil-a’s “my pleasure” or The Prince Bride, “As you wish” – as if you never needed to actually say thank you, like they live for it. Whether or not this is actually true, its nice.
A few more days to go! I have been looking at this experience as another marathon or physical challenge. We are on the last 10 miles or so, the “back stretch” as “they say.” Just like in some of those past experiences, I am thinking about family.
I have seen Sarah almost daily and the boys either in person or facetime’d. Its not the same.
I miss my girl Elsa. What a doll.
One last thing before I am bound to this bed – THANK YOU for the emails, letters, meals and help you have provided Sarah, and for the visits. I can brag on the mountain of letters received, the chocolate I have been handing out to the doctors and staff like, ah, candy and all the well wishes.
See you in few days, I’m going in.