white bands (.......not musical organizations)

I sit in the waiting room using it for it's designated purpose; waiting....for "my turn".

My attention wanders and I find myself watching all the other people in the room who are waiting for "their turn".

Many of those around me are clearly husband and wife; some are with adult children or close friends and lastly there are those who are here all alone.......

White wrist bands mark which of us has "the cancer"......

...I can't help but wonder what kind of cancer each branded waiter has.....

..am I sitting next to someone who has "my kind"?

I have survived 19 treatments... My doc infers (never promises) that I have one more and I will be finished ingesting these chemicals every two weeks...

..I hope and pray every day that he is right....

I am a very different person than I was when I began this odyssey....

..for one thing, I thought I would only have to undergo twelve treatments and I would be cured..

..........was I so foolish??

..twenty...

......twenty is the magic number today..

After the twentieth infusion, I am going in for an MRI and a CT scan...we need to know more accurately if the cancer is still thriving inside the shadows that define the tumors in my liver..

..some types of cancer just disappear when the cancer dies, but liver cancer leaves behind scar tissue that looks just like an active tumor to the CT scan....hence the MRI......

My tumors stopped shrinking several months ago...

..blood markers continue to report that the cancer is receding...

I am back in the waiting room....wondering how each "banded" person deals with "the horror"..

I am alive..

....I am hopeful...

.......I    will    never    give     up!