Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

Greetings from the Lido Deck

Ahoy. Dave’s platelet count was up so he’s boarded the USS R-ICE for Cycle 2. 

He’s currently kicked back in his favorite recliner, snug as a bug, and trying *not* to hear the soft rock favorites that continue to play in the background. (We’ve heard them all, including “The Piña Colada Song”. Twice.)

All is going well and he should be going home soon. A night of hopeful rest and then an early day tomorrow at the hospital for two days of inpatient infusions. We refer to that as Summer Camp. Dave gets to experience a lot of needlepoint and archery among other things.

July 28, 2015

July 28, 2015

All fun analogies aside, I am always humbled with my hours here in the chemo lounge. Dave is very strong and I am grateful. There are others, however, who look so frail under their blankets. Eyes closed, sleeping as they can or quietly visiting with their counterparts one chair over. I hold a lot of people in my hearts when I’m here and I wonder how they are doing when I can’t see them.

Complementing them are the amazing nurses who have so much to manage, yet always manage to spend that extra minute listening, encouraging, smiling. I heard one quietly tell a patient, “YOU are my hero. You are so strong.”

I don’t wish this experience on anyone but I have grown to appreciate my time here. There are so many things in this world we should celebrate and enjoy. They are simple things, really: sunshine, smiles and warmed up blankets included. More soon. ~Jacqui

July 28, 2015 Posted by | Dave, Everyday | 4 Comments