This morning I put on my big girl bloomers in preparation for the last chemo session. This is of course a metaphor as, in reality, I happily left bloomers behind in my not-so-sporty high school days.
Then I sent a text message to my oncology nurse to confirm the starting time which can be variable. She called me.
“Didn’t you get the message that it’s going to be Thursday this week?”
“No. No I didn’t.”
“Doctor [….] didn’t call you?”
“He’s in Chicago at the moment”.
“Oh ….. and I’ve started the steroid course and I had 3 hours sleep last night! I guess I’ll stop now and start that all over again tomorrow then.”
So it looks like we’ll go out for lunch instead and catch an afternoon movie. I hope the seats are comfy and the sound system is loud in case inadvertent dozing off disturbs other patrons.