It is always nice when a day goes better than planned. When I saw the first weather forecast for today a week ago, the high temperature was forecast in the low 40s. Each day the forecast for today crept higher until it reached 59 degrees two days ago. Today is a beautiful, barely breezy, sunny day. That warmer weather was important because I needed to go back and forth between medical buildings today.
I left at 8:00 a.m. today and went to the hospital to get my port accessed so I could get a CT scan with contrast to check the status of my cancer. I am an extremely hard stick, so my port is the preferred method of intravenous access. The nurse asked me if I would be coming back to the hospital to have my port access removed or would a nurse do it at my appointment location. I told her I do not know if there is a nurse available at the other building, so she told me she would leave my chart open to enable me to come back to the hospital to take the needle out of my chest if necessary.
I rolled the eight blocks to the other medical building associated with the hospital and read a book until 10:00 a.m. I went into the radiology check-in area to check in to get my pre-scan drink. The check-in clerk was very friendly, and she told me black was her favorite color too after I complemented her dress. The radiology technician gave me my drinks right away and told me they would be able to start me half an hour earlier since I was already there. I was nearly finished with the second glass of pre-scan drinking when he told me they would be taking me back in five minutes.
I was rolling out of my scan 55 minutes before my scheduled appointment time. I had the same scan done at the same place last year, and the technician who walked me back out to the lobby was there that day as well. He commented I looked much healthier this time. I told him I was 15 pounds heavier and felt much better than the last time I saw him, even if the prognosis was not as positive.
I rolled back to the hospital and checked in to get my port access removed. I think my nurse was at lunch, and I chatted with a family who had driven in for treatment from New Mexico. I felt so bad for the woman getting treated. Her chemotherapy was making her sick and she looked miserable. I probably looked like her before we started my treatment. I am so thankful my treatment does not make me nauseated.
After the nurse finished removing my port access, I rolled to the bus stop and basked in the sun while waiting for my ride. I made it home by two o’clock. I had time to check my email, do my Wednesday video tasks and write most of today’s journal entry before my younger daughter came home a few minutes ago.
Today has been a great day to have a great day, and a great day it was. I was a little resentful about the big chuck of time today’s scan was taking; however, today was fun. It was not hot, as I like it to be, but I was not cold except on my first bus in which the bus driver was running the air conditioning at 8:30 in the morning when it was 40 degrees outside. I was not sweaty today either, and cold and sweaty are the two issues that can steal the greatness from my day.
Yes, an able-bodied person would not need to give up so much of their day for the same procedure. I have better tasks to do than be angry about an issue I cannot change, and I can still have a great day shuttling back and forth for medical treatments.
My piece of advice to you is to make each day a great day. I start each day with six words; today will be a great day! It is easier for me to believe the day will be amazing when it is warm and sunny outside, and I work harder to make it so.
Until next time,
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