Yesterday, after dropping off the kids, Brett and I made our way up the 405 to UCLA in time for my PICC line placement at 9:15. The procedure went a little long, and I made it to my ECHO heart test at 10:40. We arrived at Admissions at 11:30, and told a bed was not available. They suggested waiting in the cafeteria, but Brett and I decided to chance it and take a little longer to walk into Westwood and eat a Chili's. The decision was a smart one because when we returned at 1:30, we were told we were still waiting on a bed. Admissions got our cell and told us to walk around campus.
Brett and I decided to walk into Westwood to see a movie, but everything available started at 4:30. Instead we sat at Starbucks. (My thought here was it was my last chance to enjoy foods they wouldn't allow in the hospital.) We returned to Admissions at 4:00, only to be told the bed still wasn't available and it was looking like 5:00. Around 7:30, I finally got into my room, and as it turns out, I'm in the same exact room I was in last month. My lucky number 11.
We spoke with the doctor once we got into my room and learned my chemo this time will be a smaller dose, based on my last bone marrow biopsy, which was very good. We were told that I'm responding extremely well to treatment. The doctor even said, "your type of cancer is curable." I like that he used the word "curable" instead of "treatable." Unfortunately, they did not have my ECHO results, so we couldn't start chemo last night. As I type this, we are still waiting on the cardiology report and I should start chemo around 2:00.
So that is all for now. Looks like I'm truly KCA! I'll keep you posted.