Monday, August 23
7:30 AM came way too early. I could barely get out of bed. It
seemed to be even harder for Don. I don't think having an
early morning time slot for his radiation therapy is going to
work out. He's going to be so tired from waking up early,
and so worn out by the therapy, that he's not going to feel
like taking the train up to San Francisco to go to his job,
which was the point of getting the early morning time slot
in the first place.
While Don was "getting zapped," I went upstairs to Dr. Peterson's
office, where I talked to Deborah. When I mentioned that this
was the third time I had given them the address of Don's
primary care physician, she said that she thought that they
really did have it here somewhere. I also told her about the plans
to have the MRI done at UCSF on the 27th of September, rather
than wait for an appointment at Stanford in October.
I had still not heard back from the clinic about the MRI or
the appointment with Dr. Peterson. We were standing right
at the clinic administrator's desk, so we took care of those
things right then and there. Deborah cancelled the
MRI request and I set up an appointment for Don with Dr. Peterson
on the 5th of October.
Don was very sluggish when we left the radiation therapy waiting
room. I suggested that perhaps I should take him home, rather than
to the train depot, so he could go back to bed. He agreed. On
the way home, I set his chair to lean back, and he closed his
eyes.
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