The Bee Team

Another day, another round with the same drug. Except today I got showered and dressed in my own clothes. My sister-in-law sent me a cool chemo shirt that lets my port be accessed but me stay covered, so that’s pretty awesome. I’ve freaked out the hospital staff- they frequently ask who the patient is when my mom is with me (we started this trend back when Charlotte was born and I couldn’t tolerate the hospital bed).

I get dressed daily in my clothes or my pajamas, but I’ve always been a hospital gown hater, even when I worked as a therapist in hospitals. I also ask to shower regularly because I can’t stand to feel gross. I get the feeling I am an anomaly here on the oncology floor.

Yes, my toes are blue. My mom and I went for pedicures on Sunday before I was admitted to the hospital. We both chose blue polish. Many years ago I would wear blue polish and my papa would comment on the color choice and ask why on earth anyone would pick that color. Of course, being his granddaughter I would deliberately make sure my toes were blue when I knew he would see them. Every year in October when I get a pedicure I pick blue polish in memory of him. He was a strong man and I thought I might need to bring him into this battle with me.