Day 2

Chemo went pretty smoothly today as far as side effects go. Cliff drove me around 9 and Boh stayed with me through the day and kept me from getting too down in the dumps. I did get plenty of fatigue and tiredness but not much nausea. The only stress was when I was nudged by the staff to contact medicaid. It took me several tries to get a live human being on the line. She spoke broken English in a very heavy Spanish accent. She showed no signs of compassion and was of no help to me. She seemed to have made things worse by insisting that I had applied for foodstamps when I only intended on applying for medicaid. As a result, I now I have to be interview for Foodstamps. (which I didn't need to renew and had no idea that I reapplied for.) I was unable to speak to her about Medicaid at all. After the phone call, a nurse flat out told me that the doctor would not order my next round of chemotherapy without having Laps, tests, and other things payed for. I can't afford these things as they cost hundreds if not over a thousand dollars. So what will happen after the 1st cycle of chemo when I still don't have medicaid? I'm going to be sent away without treatment for cancer? I'm still dumbfounded. I know it will get taken care somehow, but this just doesn't seem right to me. How can people be treated like this?


After the long day of being pumped full of toxic radioactive chemicals, Boh and I hung out for the rest of the evening. We dyed my hair with a bleach stripe down the center to my rat tail. We decided together on a whim. It was fun to put my mind back on something insignificant in the midst of all of these intimidating circumstances and decisions staring me in the face. Besides, it's probably going to fall out anyway! We played video games, watched Pokemon, and ate Subway before he went home. He's quickly become one of my favorite people. I love that I finally have a friend who isn't a selfish greedy backstabber. He had an interview at my workplace yesterday which I referred him to. I hope he gets hired, it is the least I could do to repay him for being a real friend.

I'm very thankful for Cliff, my family, and everyone who has been helping through this. I still have to wonder what happens to those people who have nobody? I can't help but be bothered by this crumbling excuse for a medical system.