Dave had his six hour visit to the infusion lab today, and all went smoothly thanks to the amazing nursing staff there. Now for the next two days he wears the lovely fanny pack (as modeled above)! The pack holds a small pump which has plastic tubing attached. The other end of the tubing connects to a port near Dave’s collar bone. The port shows only slightly under his skin. It really is remarkable.
We like to make jokes about how cool and attractive the fanny pack is. He wore it when we went to see Magic Mike so you can imagine the zingers were flying. He wore it when he met Michelle Obama and the cast of iCarly. He felt a little self conscious wearing his fanny pack with his suit when meeting the first lady, but I imagine that public figures must see it all and take it in stride.
The pump makes a click and a whirring sound as the 5FU is administered. I find the sound both reassuring and stress inducing. I am comforted by knowing that the chemo drugs are going in there to battle the cancer cells, but it also can leave me breathless when I think about why they are needed in the first place. So for those two nights every other week, Dave sleeps while combating his myriad side effects, and I lie next to him listening and thinking too much. But I stay there next to him. Not because I am some super dedicated self-sacrificing wife, but because if I get up in the middle of the night, I might order the pedi egg or the slanket or maybe those shimmer glitter tattoos….