Appointments, Raisins

Today in the continuously pouring rain, we went to Kaiser Hemotology/Oncology for Hugh's pre-chemo info session.  Laurie Pepper, Hugh Kenny, cancer

We'd been there Monday only to be told the appt had been cancelled.
We hadn't been notified.

The receptionist, a large black woman contemplated our (my) piss-off-edness. Hugh was annoyed but didn't want to make a fuss: He usually doesn't; I generally do. (I'm the "drunkard's dream" described in "Up on Cripple Creek" by The Band, "I don't have to speak, she defends me.")

Hugh in examining room looking wary.

Anyway, I've got to get that kind lady's name, because she said, "Wait a minute. I've got a doctor who owes me a favor."  (After we got home, Hugh said, "No wonder she was so nice to me.  Look what I'm wearing."  He spread out his arms.  He was wearing his black t-shirt featuring a huge portrait of Mohammed Ali).

Anyway, she was gone a long time, and when she came back she had Dr. B. in tow. He wasn't wearing a white coat (amazing!) and he was really adorable. He said he'd see Hugh on Friday. Today. And he did. He told us to ignore all notifications from Kaiser, since they're often inaccurate and not up-to-date.

 

Doc B. (doesn't usually wear a white coat)

He explained all the procedures and showed us the chemo room. I saw one patient in there who looked like a corpse and others who looked very healthy and bored. Hugh asked if he could bring his ipod. Radiation begins next Tues. Chemo (only 3 sessions at 3 week intervals) next Weds.

We went to the pharmacy to pick up nausea medication.  We had to wait.  I said to Hugh, "We're spending a lot of time at Kaiser."  He said, "It beats salsa dancing," referring to our several expensive years of lessons and dance clubs.  He said, "The place is less noxious, and the people are nicer."

When we got home we found two packages on the doorstep soaking wet. One was the refill of the herbs (six (dry) plastic bags full), and one was my new oilcloth apron! I went right upstairs to make Hugh's tea.

(Tea brewing costume.  Still in my jacket and rainboots with new apron)

I've been pelting Hugh with books on meditation, etc. I sent him the link to Sound's True's audio of Jon Kabat-Zinn's "Mindfulness for Beginners." Last night, Hugh said, he couldn't sleep, so he listened to the audio, and decided to do the first meditation, the "raisin meditation."

You're supposed to get one raisin, look at it, touch it, smell it, etc, put it in your mouth, roll it around, taste it, etc etc. It's a good exercise, I did it when I went to a workshop he (Zinn) gave many years ago. It's supposed to get you into a state of awareness.

I asked Hugh how the meditation went.
He said, "Well, after I while I thought I'd better get up and get a raisin."