There is a certain happiness sighted when your bus comes along. It is of course a small specialized form of happiness and will never be a great thing.

-Richard Brautigan, The Old Bus

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Infusion of blogging: The end of the line

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The race to the end starts with a single drip today. Five hundred milliliters later, the last of the wife's chemotherapy will set to work to finish its job. The drug speeds along at a blinding 195mL/hour. Today's leg of the race will take three hours.

This is the eighth time we have been here at the University of California, Davis, Cancer Center at the UCD Medcenter campus in Sacramento. The nurses have been great, but we won't miss the every-other-week trips to the infusion center.

The wife's oncologist says the treatment appears to have been effective in reducing the lumps. Now the surgeon takes over. The surgeon's office is attempting to arrange a meeting today, but there has been no word.

It is hard to remember that this is what it looked like back on Thursday, July 24, 2008.

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