Yesterday was an Avastin Day. Thanks to mom and Clark, life was easy. They stayed Sunday night, so mom and I left with Tom about 8:45AM. Paco seemed to be getting sick, so Clark was there to watch him and also to collect Steve at the airport.
Mom and I hit the road in the pouring rain. Then we made it through the Caldecott Tunnel to get Aunt Pat and the rain stopped. What a gorgeous view. We collected Pat and got to UCSF late due to traffic and parking at UCSF. But they are always behind schedule, so I did not feel too guilty. While mom and Pat took care of Lemon, I registered. In line in front of me was a fellow GBMer, 3 years ahead of me. Andrew was done. He was so worn out, the tumor had returned 3 times. He was ready to go. I had to smother my desire to burst into tears. I have no issue with him being exhausted. He just seemed like a good soul. He said, “I used to be upbeat.” And the last two weeks it seems he has entered a low place. I cannot blame him. I have no fear of death. I just have faith that this is not my time.
I rushed back and kissed Babs and Pat. And of course, kissed Tommy too.
From there, I caught up with Dr. Clarke and Jane, the RN. All is good. Within 3 business days of my MRI, 2 radiologists, a neuro-oncologist and a neurosurgeon had looked at it. So spoiled I am.
The clinical nurses had also matched me to a woman younger than I, named Beatrice. She has a 2 year old and I think just turned 34. We clicked right away. Jane the RN looked at Dr. Clarke and acted like they had just set up a blind date and it was successful. It is not far off. We have the same attitude towards life and you know that is a good thing.
I sent mom and Pat off to get lunch so that I could nap while getting Avastin, but chatting being what it was, no nap. We headed back to Oakland, Lemon and Spike bonded, dropped off Pat and hit the road. We were lucky with traffic and made it home. Steve was happy to be with Paco. Tom looked at him curiously, for one minute. Then did the baby dive.