Paradoxical
by karenulijohn
By late Wednesday morning, we had heard nothing from the infusion center concerning an appointment on Friday for Harvey’s first chemotherapy treatment. He telephoned Dr. Suhag’s office to nudge them into setting a time, but was told my Mitzi, the appointment coordinator, that they had not heard from Dr. Graves, who must sign off on the request. To top it off, he would not be back in the office until Monday. How could this happen since Dr. Suhag had been so proactive in making sure everything was ready for a Friday start date?
It struck me as paradoxical that on the one hand, Harvey is dreading the effects of the chemotherapy and all that goes with it, and yet, he is more than anxious to get started, frustrated by the bureaucracy and administration. Obviously, there are important tangential circumstances that feed into his desire to begin treatment.
Later in the afternoon, the infusion center, in the main Sutter Hospital in Roseville, telephoned to set up a series of seven treatments to be given on Tuesday afternoons at 1:00 PM. He was told that he would be there approximately two and a half hours each week. Somehow, Dr. Graves’ office had managed to get an approval. We were relieved that treatment was finally about to begin. He will need to have a blood draw before each treatment, and barring any difficulties there, the treatments should continue as scheduled.
We have several events to look forward to in the coming days, not the least of which is Harvey’s “kickout” as president of Lincoln Rotary. Rather than promote the new president, the old president is “kicked out” with a dinner and “roast.” On Friday we will be having dinner with a group of friends previously known as “The Wine Group.” It has since morphed into a potluck. Sunday we will celebrate Father’s Day with another couple from the church. Soup, Ensure, and ice cream are fast becoming staples at our meal times, but everyone is very accommodating and understanding of the situation. We are beyond grateful!
Finally you have a schedule ( not that it’s something to look forward to)