...but I'm not sure what to tell.
The delayed infusion session number 5 finally happened on June 2nd -nearly 3 weeks later than originally planned and the night before an EC show in Berkeley and a visit from our friends Melinda and Keith. I had to wimp out on the show, but managed to wait up for their arrival and at least say hello.
Sunday we had planned a trip on a tram down in the city and were going to drop K & M at the airport on the way. Traffic issues meant we missed the tram, but got them to the airport on time.
Monday, we flew to Albuquerque. This time we failed to get to the airport on time and had a five hour wait in beautiful Oakland. It was fine, though - Jean and I seem to be able to take these things in our stride without any drama.
We eventually got to New Mexico in one piece and drove to beautiful Santa Fe to one of the loveliest hotels I've stayed in. I was still getting over the chemo, so really couldn't take full advantage and Jean had to do the museum trips on her own. We did manage to drive out to a lovely restaurant out of town and it was a really lovely stay.
On Wednesday I finally got to see the Imperial Bedroom and Other Chambers tour. Again, I struggled to last the evening and headed back to the hotel straight after the last encore. We got a second wind and headed out for a beer later - this was the only Breaking Bad sightseeing we managed to do - it was a tiki bar that appeared in a drug-selling montage.
Next day I flew solo back to Oakland while Jean took a train to Indianapolis. Travelling with an ostomy bag and a port means that you will always get the manual body search. Fortunately, the guys who did me were gentle and understanding - I guess they see a lot of us. I was carrying the vape pen in my luggage and was a bit concerned that that would cause problems, but it was unfounded.
The next week was just me and the boys at home while Jean did the rest of her trip. I didn't achieve much, although I did manage to put a few hours work in each day.
Jean came back the following Saturday. Just in time for Chemo session number 6! I was nervous about the blood test, but it was still OK.
I need to sort out my insurance, as currently I don't appear to be covered and they have started sending me bills again. There are forms that need picking up from the hospital and stuff that needs to be signed at work, so I need to get my act together. I absolutely hate this country's health insurance arrangements - everything hangs by such a thin thread! If my employers decided they couldn't be bothered any more, I would be totally fucked - as it is, I'm going to have to foot a huge insurance bill for the next few months until I can get back to full time work.
