Rats! My life has been so complicated lately that I completely missed my port flush. And it took me weeks to remember to schedule it in the first place. But there is no help for it, so I reschedule. After all, my port is extremely important to my ongoing cancer care and I am determined that it stay viable for as long as possible. I check in and rather than being told to go to the small lab area, I am shown to a pod! OK. Sometimes they do that, but it is a bit intimidating thinking I might have to get something more than just a flush done. My nurse is familiar to me and we strike up a conversation. I just assumed that she looked so familiar because I have seen her here in the cancer clinic before. She assumed the same on her part. But suddenly we both realize that we have seen each other in the library where I work!
Yes, of course! She is doing a degree in nursing at Roberts and was working on a paper a few weeks ago and I ended up helping her find a book. She is finishing her degree and will walk this year at graduation! Yahoo! And then the supervisor asks me how long I have worked there because she also graduated from Roberts, but it was before I started. We are all delighted to make the connection. It is like a big sorority meeting after that and we compare experiences.
While we are chatting, they ask me if I need labs done, but I don't think so. They decide to check in with my oncologist just to be sure since I am there and they are accessing my port anyways. They put in a call and while we are waiting to hear back, they go over my record. Grace of God, they begin connecting the dots about my treatment and realize that I have a reaction to Rituxan every time I get it. Then they ask the important question and I could just kiss them both. Why wait for the reaction to happen? Why not give me the 'big guns' right away and try to prevent the reaction? Great idea!!!
They make notes on my chart. I feel like I have had a major break through. I am hopeful that my next chemo will go better than anything I have experienced so far. What a marvelous grace.
Yes, of course! She is doing a degree in nursing at Roberts and was working on a paper a few weeks ago and I ended up helping her find a book. She is finishing her degree and will walk this year at graduation! Yahoo! And then the supervisor asks me how long I have worked there because she also graduated from Roberts, but it was before I started. We are all delighted to make the connection. It is like a big sorority meeting after that and we compare experiences.
While we are chatting, they ask me if I need labs done, but I don't think so. They decide to check in with my oncologist just to be sure since I am there and they are accessing my port anyways. They put in a call and while we are waiting to hear back, they go over my record. Grace of God, they begin connecting the dots about my treatment and realize that I have a reaction to Rituxan every time I get it. Then they ask the important question and I could just kiss them both. Why wait for the reaction to happen? Why not give me the 'big guns' right away and try to prevent the reaction? Great idea!!!
They make notes on my chart. I feel like I have had a major break through. I am hopeful that my next chemo will go better than anything I have experienced so far. What a marvelous grace.
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