Tag: hospital life

A Year

This morning I should be working on a difficult section of my novel, but after yesterday, I can’t work on the fictional difficulties of Paris in 1925. Instead, I’m drawn back into the past by an odor in the bathroom of the Swedish Cancer Center. The dates December […]

The Bends

When will it officially be over? July 7th? That is the day scheduled for Dylan’s full-body CT scan. Or, is it over now? With most illnesses it’s easy: You get sick, you get better, it is over, but cancer lurks in the dark. The past two weeks have […]

A Thousand Tiny Scratches

Today is exactly three months from the day we began this journey. Three months none of us will ever forget. Three months filled with moments of terror, joy, and pain. Today, around 3 PM, the last few ounces of Etoposide will drip out of the clear bag, flow through […]

The Last Laps

I am sitting and writing in the chair I was in when I started this journey with Dylan. We are back in the room where we started, 1266, and Dylan’s final round of chemo has begun. If everything goes as planned, we will leave room 1266 and Swedish […]

Three of Four

Yesterday, I packed a “bug out bag,” loaded Dylan into the car and made the 80 mile trip to Seattle. We were heading in to get a blood draw, look at numbers, and find out when we would start his last round of chemo. The “bug out bag” […]

Slow Times and Memories

Dylan spent most of yesterday waiting, we knew the chemo drugs were being mixed and readied for him, but Mondays are slower than other days. Maybe the weekend crew forgets to clean all the mixing gear and the weekday folks have to put the shakers through the dishwasher. […]

The Tiny Things

Last Monday, we were supposed to come in for a check-up and be told to go home and recover for a couple of weeks and then start the final round (this was what I thought would happen) but instead we were told to return Friday to complete round […]