The eyes have it. Another reason to be hopeful. And it was another looooong day in Boston.
I got my second dose of the Kill Betty Juice yesterday in another epically long trip to Boston. We left the house at 7:30 a.m., got home around 10:30 p.m. I’m a little tired.
Marvelous Ginormous Hospital that shall not be named has a terrible pharmacy system that can’t seem to handle requests in a timely fashion. I arrived for my infusion at 1. I didn’t get my drugs until 3:30, and that was after the nurse was on the phone with the pharmacy demanding to know where the drugs were. If you’ll recall, the drugs take 3 hours to administer, plus time to flush the line when the last one finishes. So I was stuck there for almost 6 hours.
On the plus side, I had time to read an entire novel. On the downside, I was stuck in a windowless infusion room so long I had time to read an entire novel.
Prior to the infusion, I also had several appointments.
Oncologist’s office wants me to see an ophthalmologist (a word I could not spell to save my life, thank you spellcheck) about my permanently bloodshot eyes.
I also got some hopeful news from the surgeon who was checking up on my leaking issue (which, if you recall, went away on its own). He said the lump above my ear is completely gone. He believed this lump was tumor based on feel and my latest CT scans, so if he’s right, that’s a good sign that the drugs are working. Add it to my face returning to normal and my pain disappearing, and… fingers crossed.
Just not too tightly because that’s asking for trouble.