Guess what we aren't doing?
We aren't getting ready to go to the clinic.
There's no chemotherapy pump sitting on the hall table.
No bag of snacks and room temperature bottles of water waiting on the table.
We didn't fall asleep last night to the lingering smell of NAIR.
I don't have a bag packed with a book, a magazine, Kevin's medical files in brief and an assortment of Tylenol, Pepcid and decongestant.
We don't have a list of questions--and answers--ready for Dr. Skinner and we haven't bet on the usual Tuesday question of 'Will she forget and order the Neulasta for tomorrow instead of Friday."
I'm not thinking of the grocery store run I have to make in order to get something baked for the nurses on Friday.
It's NOT chemotherapy day. Not today. Not tomorrow. God willing, not ever again.
Happy Un-Chemotherapy Day!
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