Today I met a lovely old man while I was waiting for my Monday morning blood test. He had a head of fantastically wayward short fuzzy grey hair.
He stopped me and said his had started growing back (I told him it looked fabulous) but he said they were going to take it away again and we bonded over how being bald is liberating and we’re happy to not have to style it every day.
He shook my hand and said ‘we’re in this together’ with the warmest of smiles.
I wished him the best of luck and he went off to get his blood taken.
These sorts of interactions will stay with me forever. There are so many wonderful people to meet along the way.
Like my pharmacist. He’s great fun and I always enjoy my Monday sessions with him. We discuss music and food and ok we talk chemo too, and mostly, but it always feels like a catch up with a friend rather than an appointment with a pharmacist. This makes all the difference. Thanks Joe, you’re the best. I wonder if all these amazing people we come in contact with know how much joy they can bring to us just with a smile or by remembering your name. I really must endeavour to get better with names.
I went up to Ambulatory Care after all my appointments and started chatting to another sarcoma patient who was on her second week of her second cycle (I’m first week of second cycle). We’re quite rare us sarcoma patients, so we like to find each other when we can. We chatted about unenjoyable side-effects that no one warns you about and shared various stories. That was fun.
Anyway I’m now hooked up to my favourite combination of cisplatin/doxorubicin. Also I have a slight cough and runny nose so they’ve swabbed me for flu and I’m not allowed to go to the Cotton Rooms until the results come back clear. So tonight I’m staying at a different hotel. It’s nowhere near as nice but I can hardly complain about being put up in a hotel, it’s just that The Cotton Rooms are so special. I miss them and all my friends staying there. But plenty more time!