Well, it's chapter 3 in the same book. I started my treatment on Wednesday and it was a "Murphy's Law" day. My port didn't want to cooperate so I went to the hospital for a dye scan which showed that the port worked perfectly! Back to the clinic where the meds refused to flow unless I jiggled the bag or rubbed my arm. Finally the flow just stopped all together. An IV was inserted and the meds finished. What should have taken 1 1/2 hours took 5 hours. My BFF was with me and we went to eat lunch. On the way home, Ed called to ask what he could do for me. Libby said for him to turn my bed down and lay out my pj's. I told him not worry that I was fine. When I went into the bedroom this is what I found: He even had honey candy on my pillow that helped my cough!! I crawled into that bed as fast as I could and stayed there until the next morning--didn't sleep much due to steroids but stayed in my bed none the less. It's a good thing. I am very blessed to have so many people looking after me.
