He led us to a large room containing at least a dozen recliners where those getting chemo could sit and look at each other. Sort of like a Red Cross blood drive. Actually I was a little surprised that all the people getting chemo (except one) looked pretty good. They were conversing, laughing, upbeat; one man brought a brownbag lunch. We were instructed about the process, told what could be expected and then the first IV began. He was given an anti-nausea drug, then 2 other bags of the chemo. Before the first drip bag was empty, he was asleep. Snoring. Loudly.
I had pulled up a little table, connected to the hospital's wireless network and spent the time clearing out my email and finishing up a few details on a blog I set up for our friends Don and Jan. Nurse Mark had to wake Dean to tell him he was finished for today.
He has had no pain. The strange 'alien' episodes with his right hand and arm have disappeared pretty much. His swollen abdomen is a concern and it probably related to the 3" tumor in his liver.
It was cold, windy and a little rainy as we left the building, but he insisted on walking to the parking garage. Going up the flight of stairs though seemed a little more taxing. After a little lunch, he slept most of the afternoon. Fatigue was the number one thing to expect. And since I had only five hours sleep last night, I'm feeling it too.
