I am not supposed to be home today. I am supposed to be at Lehigh Valley Hospital receiving chemotherapy. But that was part of my plan. Part of my oncologist's plan.
Not God's plan. Because here I am, sitting at home.
The next morning I had another two units of blood. When the doctor came through on his rounds, he reported that the MRI and x-rays were normal and that the pain was probably a side effect of the injections I received two weeks ago to stimulate white blood cell production. The pain was consistent with what one could expect from that type of injection, but late in appearing. There was no other explanation for the pain, though. I was told that I would be monitored for another 24 hours and a decision whether to proceed with the chemotherapy would be made on Thursday morning.
Here is a picture of me and my wife, along with Dr. Bandaides and Nonnie Doe, RN, taken right after we received our free nose jobs. We were even allowed to pick our own noses!