I've just returned from a stroll without the pole and am savoring my last 20 minutes of untethered freedom. My nurse, Christina, will come at 10:30 am to hook me up for my pre-meds. I should be conked out by 10:31 and will likely sleep through the four-hour infusion of Carmustine. I wonder if the staff will still mistake me for a visitor instead of a patient when I wake up.
I have a fabulous, Central-Park-style view from my window; my favorite patient care assistants (PCAs) and nurses have been taking good care of me and I'm learning how to survive on "spa" food. (For breakfast, you can't go wrong with a bowl of Cheerios, milk and banana, the only fresh fruit I'm allowed.) So far, so great.
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