My Friend's Misdiagnosis
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Two years ago, my friend was diagnosed with leukemia and I helped find him his beautiful husky, Kaya. She has been his faithful companion and source of so much joy.
Yesterday he told me that they just found out that his cancer is a different kind than they had thought, and is now in stage 4. Had they discovered this sooner, he could have been treated during these past two years.
I'll try to help as much as possible; he starts chemo on the 29th. They told him that it'll be a 7 hour long treatment. No one can be there with him. Additionally, they expect him to drive himself home and no one is to pick him up. Are you kidding me? They said that's the way it is done now. My concern is that he has gotten very thin and does not have a lot of energy. I don't see how he'll drive himself home after 7 hours of chemo.
I can help when he gets home. But he's the type who never asks or admits that he needs help, so it's hard to force yourself on someone and insist. But I will be there as much as I can.
Still waiting for cooler temps to arrive. This hot weather has gone on long enough.
Wishing all a wonderful day.
"Dying is an art, like everything else." Sylvia Plath