Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.
Today was the penultimate day. I should have geeked out yesterday and called it the antepenultimate day. Oh, this is what my English Literature degree comes to.
Yesterday, the antepenultimate day, I overheard one of the nurses arranging for hospice care for a patient with pancreatic cancer. She used the word “nonresectable” which I think means it is inoperable. My grandmother died from pancreatic cancer. Hearing the word “hospice” was scary, but also reminded me how well I am doing. How healthy I feel. How far I am from giving in and going under.
Today I gave all the nurses cookies (that my brother made) and the URL to this blog. I gave it to my massage/healer person too. While it was happening, I wanted it to be private from them, but now that I am leaving, I want them to see it. Ah… control.
I’m starting to feel like I’m already transitioning back to NYC. I made a haircut appointment (my hair is wildly out of control.) And I made an appointment with my NYC oncologist so I can learn how to do the self injection pen.
Wait, did you catch that… my NYC oncologist. I’m so bi-coastal I have two oncologists… LOL.