Just another day in the Infusion lab.

The Benadryl is pumping into my arm right now, and sleep will soon follow. Its Infusion time!  We've made it ten whole months, since my last IV infusion of Rituxan.  Bloodwork and mild...very mild...MG symptoms, are my guide.  I feel good and wouldn't know my body was fighting anything.  Oh the joy of denying reality.

I'm sitting in an Oncology Infusion lab, amongst lots of quiet talk and beeping machines.  I suspect most everyone here is receiving chemotherapy of some variety.  Each patient entertains him or herself with a computer or a book, some nap, others chat quietly. I can tell when someone has been visiting with some regularity, as the Nurses call them by name and hugs are exchanged when they enter.  They remembered me today, and even noticed a difference in hair color (yeah, I color, so?). Its a feeling a familiarity and being with friends, that helps keeps the blood pressure low, and they check each half hour.

Its so easy to get wrapped up in my day to day routine and any stress that comes with this.  In revisiting my hospital family, I remember there is so much more to think about. One gentleman just arrived, and he brought baked goods to share. We learned last year, this behavior is fairly common...and tasty! Today's cake is intended to celebrate this gentleman's birthday.  Ironic and beautiful!

No matter your struggles, the hurdles or pain, remember that each day is worth it. Celebrate life!