As I wrote about in my catch-up post, my dad is undergoing chemo treatment for lung cancer. What started as a six hour infusion every three weeks became a weekly three hour infusion because the man couldn’t stay out of the hospital. So far, it’s worked. He’s been getting his chemo in and he hasn’t been back to the hospital (knock all of the available wood and then some).
His very first chemo treatment back in December was on a Thursday. After two hospital stays in quick succession at the end of the month (the first for anxiety, the second for the flu which he got while in the hospital for anxiety) threw off his chemo schedule, he got back on the cancer treatment horse in January, this time on a Tuesday. He made two chemo appointments in a row (January and early February) before he fell off the wagon, landing in the hospital at the end of February with pneumonia.
Once he got sprung, his oncologist made the call to switch to weekly treatments. Since March, I’ve been taking him to his chemo treatments every Tuesday morning, three weeks on, one week off, but that off week is a check in appointment with the oncology NP to make sure he’s doing okay.
So, every Tuesday since the beginning of March, we’ve been making a thirty-five minute drive to the oncology/hematology office. We park in the tricky, too small lot with the entrance that desperately needs to be graded. I go to the bathroom as soon as we get here because I’m over 40 and my morning blood pressure medicine has a water pill in it. We see the same receptionists, the same phlebotomists, the same nurses, the same patients.
This has become our routine.
It’s a lot of people’s routine. As I said, we see a lot of familiar faces on Tuesday. It seems most people like to keep a routine, too. Not all of them end up back in the treatment room, and Dad is usually too busy coloring to pay much attention to the other patients, but he’s come to recognize a few of them when he sees them.
Camping out in the waiting room, though, I’ve become very familiar with many of the patients as well as the ebb and flow of the Tuesday schedule.
Tuesdays are the clinic’s busiest day. The morning is particularly busy. The word “bustling” was made for the waiting room on a Tuesday morning. Patients are checking in, getting their blood work done, getting their vitals taken, going to their appointments, getting their treatments. Some days there’s a real ocean feel to the waiting room, the crowd swelling and the chairs filling, and then receding as patients are taken care of. The tide goes out around eleven and the pace slows over the lunchtime hour and for the rest of the afternoon.
I’ve come to expect the faces of certain people in this sea. Amber and her boyfriend. Miss Stephanie and her son. Miss Shirley and her son. Miss Fay. Anita. Wayne and his wife. Janet and her granddaughter. Diane and Lisa, two long-haulers who’ve become good friends, joined by their disease. I can see how this happens. You see the same faces every week. For a bunch of sick people, everyone is friendly, typically in a good mood. So, you say hello, get to chatting, and the next thing you know, you’re friends for life. I imagine that it helps to see a familiar face when you’re going through something as difficult as an extended cancer treatment. You might not look forward to the chemo (or more accurately, the after effects), but you’re more motivated to make your appointment when you know a friend is waiting for you.
The staff have a great handle on this. Even if you don’t have a chemo buddy, you’re going to see some familiar, friendly faces that are going to make your day easier. Going weekly, Dad has quickly become a favorite person to some of the staff. He has a way of being endearing when he’s giving you shit.
There’s the unfamiliar faces, too. The new people filling out their induction paperwork, looking nervously around the waiting room, trying to adjust to their new health circumstances and getting the vibe. I want to tell them that they’re in good hands. That if they’re in here often enough, long enough, these faces are going to become familiar. They might even make a friend to help get them through.
My favorite part of Chemo Tuesdays (if you can have a favorite part) is the visits from the therapy dogs. Andrea brings Alfred and Ernie in to get pets from the patients and anyone in the waiting room. Ernie and I have become good friends because I’ve ended up seeing him the most. A third dog, Fritz, is going to be joining the rotation, but I’m not sure I’ll get to meet him.
This week is Dad’s last chemo treatment on the schedule. He’ll get a PET scan and then we’ll go from there.
I really hope that the cancer is dead, done, and dealt with. I hope this is our last Chemo Tuesday.
But a little part of me will also miss the Tuesday waiting room crowd.
Especially the dogs.
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