I’m back where I’m at every Monday morning every three weeks since June. Immunotherapy time. Back to the chair and the “room where it happens.”
It’s been awhile since I’ve watched Hamilton but for whatever reason one of my favorite songs from the musical popped into my head as I say waiting for the oncologist who I see prior to each immunotherapy infusion. And yes I know it’s a surprise I can reference something other than sports!
The infusion room is where I spent hours getting chemo infusions for 16 straight weeks. Those treatments are much longer than the immunotherapy infusions I have but I still hate the room. Except for the heated chairs. I do love the heated chairs.
This is the room where the magic happens. This is where the lifesaving infusions take place. This is the room I hated going to week after week but I knew it’s what I need to go through in the hopes of getting better.
This is where you finish the long morning or day after bloodwork and a visit with the oncologist. This is where you sit hooked up to a machine and hoping the “medicine” works.
There are two private rooms but the rest are open. It’s not that bad, you’re all going through the same shit in these chairs. Most were older than me. No one was pregnant like me. But we are all here for one reason or another.
I’m so grateful to be done with the harder part and onto the much easier immunotherapy. But I also can’t wait to be done with the “room where it happens.”
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