Jun
23
2010
Hard Day
Author: ziggy
We arrive at the hospital.
He’s a little tired of this routine. Not happy about having to start back on chemo. He’s painfully polite to nurses and doctors.
He has to drink 3 cups of this stuff. Sprite and dye contrast so they can see his insides. It’s the easiest way to explain it to him.
He observes as they insert the IV. He tells the nurse that he has good veins.
My mother carries him to the back. My pregnancy preventing me for joining him for the first time ever. I always accompany him. Even when I was going through my own chemo and radiation treatments. I don’t care how long we’ve been at this, or how many times we’ve done it, I STILL CHOKE UP WHEN HE GOES THROUGH THE DOOR.
June 23rd, 2010 at 7:44 pm
will ever love you ma brave handsome nephew