First Chemotherapy Visit

Wednesday, November 28 - My Mom and I set out on our long commute to the Cancer Clinic early.  A nurse had told us that volunteers from the Cancer Association had a "Wig Room" available for patients who would be loosing their hair due to chemotherapy.  I was determined that my Mom would be prepared for that day when her hair began to fall out.  Mom was hanging on to the doctors words that sometimes the patient did not loose their hair.  My "expect the worse - hope for the best" attitude told me that she probably wouldn't get that lucky.

The gentleman who served as a volunteer that particular day was so friendly and helpful.  His particular cancer was in remission and he volunteered several days per week.  He led the way to the wig room. This was a wonderful service, as I understood, women donate wigs to the association and patients can choose one for free. Mom sat at a dressing table and began trying on various wigs.  We had fun trying different colors and styles.  The Cancer Association volunteer also gave her three handmade stocking caps and care products for the wig.  I felt empowered, at least Moms hair loss wouldn't leave her totally helpless.

The chemotherapy room was amazing.  Each of the patients had their own comfortable reclining leather chair.  A moveable arm with a television set allowed patients to watch TV while they waited for the four hour drip of chemo medications to enter their bodies.  Their was food for the patients, a refrigerator, a microwave, and bathrooms in close proximity to the chairs. Family members and friends were very welcome to sit and wait with the patient.  I noticed that everyone had someone their for support.  The nurses were very caring, they answered all of my questions willingly, and talked to my Mom every step of the way. 

Cancer is the ultimate equalizer.  One of the first things I noticed was that suddenly everyone in that room had something in common that somehow linked them.  People from all economic classes, all races, and all genders sat and visited. All smiling and cheerful.  These were people that probably would not have communicated prior to their meeting in this room.  The room gave me a feeling of love and support and I found myself talking to relatives and patients who sat close-by.  This too lightened my spirit.  I could feel the hope of the people who surrounded me.