Coming home . . .
I went for my infusion on yesterday. I was to have it in Troy, where I had all my chemo infusions. I had mixed emotions driving to the infusion center. A lot of memories came flooding back to me. I made sixteen trips here to get my chemo. I walk in and am greeted with a hug by Anna, the nurse that gave me my first chemo. I feel like I’m home. My nurse that administers the Zometa remembers me from my Reiki days. The infusion goes smoothly, I get my hot tea and warm blankets, and life is good.
When I’m done with the infusion, I walk into the other bay and find Bernie – I am greeted with another enthusiastic hug. More people come over – it’s like old home week. I get compliments on my hair, and how I look – Bernie says, “You’re the poster child for chemo patients!” Well then, I love my peeps. I went through something traumatic but they were with me every step of the way. They remembered me, they care about me, and they’re my personal cheerleaders – how lucky am I?