Going to see the wizard of Tox this morning. Six hours of being liquified. Can't wait to ask today what one whole session actually costs! Expecting a shocking answer. Bringing with me the Peter Gabriel "Secret World" concert cd, Amadeus, and one other I cannot remember. Packing our turkey sammiches, yogurt, puddin and drinks today like the pros. My oncologist, Dr. Dubovsky, alias Dr. D, was out of town last week so we have our first 'during treatment' meeting this morning. I hope he does not come in wearing a hazmat suit. That could be a little disconcerting. We did have a laugh last nite at dinner with some friends (one who is a nurse) that one of the first questions he will likely ask (just like the surgeon, the oncology nurse and my regular doctor) is how are my bowels doing. I have become very adept at describing the answer. My DBV (descriptive bowel vocabulary) has actually increased to a possibility of about 40 words representing 10-12 possible phrases. I understand that is pretty good at this point. I also am going to find out the needle size that will be docking at my Port O'Catheter today. It is slightly larger than one used in an arm vein and I just need to know (a man thing). The more difficult job today is Cat's. She sits, knits, sits, chats to me, sits, chats to neighbors ,sits, chats to nurses.sits reads,sits, go gets bland coffee, sits, watches CD, sits, reads the paper and sits. I am sure she would not mind an occasional call. If all goes well I will join her tonite for one of the last nites of the Atlanta Symphony season. I believe it is a unique mix of classical klezmer and Stravinsky's "Firebird". Well, its onward to "The Toxification of Paul" Part II. Almost sounds like a religious experience or a Wes Craven movie.
P.S. I mean Mr. Spock, thx Lizzie.
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