Chemo Round #7

Chemo session #7 (aka "the one officially past the halfway mark when it's done") got underway a half-hour ago, about three hours later than expected, but the nurses were slammed and I know that if anyone wishes thing were running on time, it's them.

The Hero M.D.™ did some food shopping for me at Daniel et Daniel this afternoon, because I mentioned to him that the (very excellent) food shop and Princess Margaret would probably be closed by the time I get out of here this evening.

My incredibly cool nurse Michelle is a horror fan, and we spent some time chatting about books and movies. I think I got her to give Mike Flanagan's Midnight Mass another try—like many discerning viewers, she was initially a bit put off by everyone telling her she HAD to see it. That said, I think I was able to stir those embers a bit, and, like I said, she has great taste so it's a natural fit.

I'm in a ridiculously good mood this afternoon—in the time I've been here today, no fewer than four "end of chemo" gongs were rung, and everyone within hearing distance clapped, all over the hospital. A truly joyful sound, and one I look forward to proving in December when I'm finished with Round #12. I'm already planning my colours for that session. How to evoke Christmas, I wonder? (I don't really wonder—watch me.)

Speaking of colours, I ought to try wearing pink and purple together sometime. I've always wondered what it would look like if a strawberry-frosted birthday cake was hosed down grape Kool-Aid. #fuckcancer #hardtokill