Thursday. Sitting in a windowed cubicle on the 6th floor of the NYU Clinical Cancer Center is becoming our daily routine. Well, we try for a windowed one. Sometimes, like on Tuesday, we have to settle for an inside slot. This place is busy! However, a great thing is that the care feels so personal and unrushed. Rob’s usual nurse is Sarah, an engaging (and engaged) Canadian gal who is warm, friendly, efficient, and knowledgeable. She communicates well and exudes a sense of “we will take care of you!” Isn’t it good how God provides our daily bread….? Just what we need when we need it.
Rob is starting to get a cold, which takes on a different meaning since he is on chemo. So, as much as he would like to stop by the huge photo store later this afternoon after his radiation treatment, we won’t be stopping by anyplace on our way back to the apartment. Sarah says he has to lay low, wash his hands a lot, etc. Guess that goes for me, too. Our hands are going to get chapped from all this hand washing, so now I need to find & purchase some good hand lotion.
Yesterday I had a follow-up appointment with the eye doctor who did the laser “fix” on my torn retina last week. He gave me a good report, saying that he wouldn’t need to see me until a month from now. A huge praise and thank you to God — I am especially thankful that this eye issue didn’t take on a life of its own, causing one of the caregivers to become a patient. Wouldn’t Jim have had his hands full with 2 patients?!!?
Wow, Rob just had a great foot massage! There are massage therapists who circulate on the two infusion floors. Rob always says “yes” when asked if he would like to have his name on the list, and I don’t blame him. I just have this to say about that: it’s a darn shame that moms aren’t included on the list of massage recipients.
As the day progresses, there is the whole lunch dilemma to consider. We usually leaf through one of the menu notebook binders, looking at area restaurant menus to see what looks/sounds good for lunch. Today I’ll call in our lunch order and then go pick it up. We can also get it delivered, but I need to walk across the street to get a prescription filled anyway, so I’ll walk up the street to retrieve our lunch. Take-out is how we eat lunch in New York. I think take-out is how a lot of people have every meal in NY. I admit it’s a temptation when there are so many restaurants geared to this big-city & no-time-to-cook lifestyle. I wonder if it’s possible to get so out of the habit of cooking that one could lose their memory of how to cook??? I don’t expect that to happen…. but I was just wonderin’.