Third Time at Bat (this season)

It is, once again, Chemotherapy Day. Kevin hasn't figured out how the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday of chemotherapy week drag and seem to take much longer than the days in between treatment. I think it's evidence of the enormous malevolent force afoot via cancer. Some sort of time warp thing.

But, then, I'm the woman who talks to Kevin's cancer so you can't expect a rational response at this point.

I was noticing today just how much throw away "stuff" is required to get a treatment done. Four IV bags and tubing, multiple little connectors and valves, an easy eight syringes, a couple of dressings and a yard of tape. On the day his infusion pump comes off, we'll add another 2 syringes, an ugly huber needle, more IV tubing, several alcohol swabs, 2 pairs of plastic gloves,a face mask and more valves and connectors. All landfilled somewhere.

There are so many reasons we need cancer to be gone from the world.