Day 4

I just got out of chemotherapy. Cliff brought me in the morning and Boh brought me a delicious egg sandwich around noon. Whilst engulfed in the amazing taste and texture of the yolky creation, I was interrupted by a voice from another patient. "Can you taste your food?" The old woman asked coldly. "Yes..." I answered. She hesitated before suggesting that I enjoy it while it lasts because soon everything will taste like metal. "Thank you for that." I muttered. So nice of her.

Boh had to leave for an interview with my manager. I have referred him to them. I'm waiting for him to pick me up and I'll spend the night at his house, and he will bring me to chemo in the morning for my last long day for the week. It is closer to chemo than going all the way back home. Besides, I don't want to go home right now anyway. I'd rather have some time away from the same 4 walls.

Just before I my last bag of chemo for the day was finished. A man next to me overheard me telling the nurse that I couldn't afford the nausea medication. She offered no solution, she advised that I "have someone buy it for me." The man to my left handed me a 20 dollar bill. I thanked him sincerely. It's great that there are some people left who are happy to help without anything in return.