When you come to LPCH the first thing you notice is you need to get a badge. This badge is your clearance to come in. One guard last year told me "they were protecting me from the scum of the earth." I don't know exactly what kind of scum come into LPCH but who knows.
I entered LPCH when I heard this voice which I could only describe as someone drowning. As each vowel came out of his mouth you could hear him struggling to ennunciate each word. The amount of phlegm in his throat I imagined was like half a jar of ketchup. You know how ketchup gets stuck in the bottle and you shake the bottle hoping for something to come out and nothing does. This is how this man made me feel. I wanted to do anything I could to get him to clear his throat. He asked me where I was going and where I was headed but I was distracted from him just talking to me. Somehow I got through the security guard who should have auditioned for The Little Mermaid.
On a more serious note Becky has been feeling pretty good. This is the second day of treatment and everything is going to plan. Becky is still making to-do lists, which if you know her she does like breathing. She's in great spirits and ready for what tomorrow brings.
Hey Beck - Sending you all my aloha for your marathon. You inspire me beyond words.
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Heidi
Zack, that description is gross. Glad to hear things are going well thus far. :)
ReplyDeleteglad to hear things are off to a good start. a woman feeling prepared goes a long way. love you becky.
ReplyDeleteUs women love making lists and writing things down it's in our chemical make up I swear and probably y more times then men we remember that gift to buy for the birthday or y we kno that toilet paper or milk must be bought before goof home :)
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