Kate Thaxton has a great post today about rules for the chemo room. My personal favorite:
Eat your Big Mac before you step foot into the chemo room, even if that means cramming it down while standing in the elevator. Most chemo patients walk the line between nausea and hunger - the smell of french fries will usually send us running for the bathroom.
I’ll admit, I’m slightly guilty of this, especially since Starbucks is just down the street from our center. Also, since Holly tries to get the first appointment of the day, I’m usually downing breakfast there. I promise, Kate, I’ll try harder not to do this in the future.
I do love that our center brings lunches from Panera to patients and their families. We are usually gone by then, but it is a nice touch. I usually get free cokes and JR’s.
We’re usually there in the afternoon, and there’s a free coffee-and-cookies cart that comes by once or twice while I’m plugged in. But we have had to eat breakfast in the chemo room before.
Luckily the Cancer Agency cafeteria has some pretty decent sausage breakfast sandwiches, as well as croissants, fruit, cereal, etc. Strangely, however, it closes at 2 p.m., so if we’re there later and hungry my wife has to venture out of the building, usually for sushi.
So far neither we nor anyone else has brought in McDonald’s (”The Taint,” as Douglas Coupland calls it in his novel jPod). I think that, or something similarly rude like stinky blue cheese, would simply be a poor choice in any number of confined environments. It’s a good reminder, to be sure.
Holly, thinking about you and wishing the best on your few last rounds of chemo. Keep that chin up!!!