Tiny Bubbles… Big Happiness
Yesterday, at the infusion center, I watched in envy as a group of nurses gathered around a fellow-patient marking her last chemotherapy treatment with dancing, singing, and blowing bubbles. I later remarked to my nurse, “Wow, it’s too bad I have to wait until September when the Herceptin’s done to get my bubbles.” She smiled but said nothing.
An hour later, the radio started blaring again. Some people had all the luck. When the nurses headed toward my recliner in the corner, I was flabbergasted. I got the whole nine yards: dancing nurses, singing, bubbles, and hugs. They assured me (several times) that Herceptin is not considered chemotherapy (like I thought it was) and I was all done. Yahoo!
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