I must say my brother Joe offering to take me to chemo was a big shocker. My brother DOES NOT like hospitals, doctors, or anything having to do with anything medical. I mean no one likes the hospital, but Joey brings dislike to a whole new level.
When I had my spleen removed he barely came into the hospital room to say hello - come to think of it - did he come into the room or wave from the hallway? From time to time during radiation (Hodgkin's 93') he would run away from me in the house and say don't touch me I'm gonna get the cancer (sorry Joe - but this is one of my memory highlights from that year).
We got to the hospital and although I wouldn't say he loved the 21st floor he seemed at ease. When we headed into the treatment room I loved that he commented on the fact that he thought they could make the rooms a little brighter (I agree). He also had several comments about their ancient technology (bad TV's - again I agree).
I am a major creature of habit - I am a total type A personality so for everything that I do there is a routine and I usually don't deviate from the routine unless it is absolutely necessary (I bet some of you didn't know that). I explained the routine to him and off he went to get me my weekly muffin (remember the Au Bon Pain story) and a Starbucks. I told him he could get my coffee at Au Bon Pain, but he knows me so he went to Starbucks - it was a wonderful surprise.
He got back and we hung out, chatted and then we were all done. It was a pretty easy day. We returned home and I stopped by his house to get a squeeze from Genna (niece age 3), which could make the sickest of people feel better.
They say that truly loving someone can bring out an amazing strength in people...well...it must be said I felt the love and I saw the strength.
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