Where the nurse knows your name

Today was a very typical first day of chemo. This past weekend I was able to purchase an MP3 player that allows me to listen to and download unlimited amounts of music from Rhapsody. I was able to make use of this this morning as I laid in bed for a couple hours listening to some of the music I had queued up. It's a great comfort to have access to worship songs when I want them, without having to rely on the radio. Any worship song suggestions can be left in the comments.

The catheter in my chest continues to be slightly strange. Last night I mentioned to one of the doctors that it was a little sore (like a "2" or "3" on the pain scale) and the doctor instantly wanted to know if I wanted any Vikadin. I thought that was a little heavy-handed, so I declined. But I was informed that when you're on the 15th floor-- the cancer ward-- that you have access to almost whatever drugs you want. I'm sure if I was more into swallowing pills, this would excite me. As it is, the thought of having to swallow more pills for just slight pain seems ridiculous.

Daytime television. What can I say? So many channels, so little to watch. So I prettymuch give up watching. I do a lap every couple hours, see if I'm missing anything, and keep going. I have, however, been taking in the Mariner's games. It's kinda a newfound sickness/hobby. And I hope as soon as I'm well enough, to get to at least one game.

I thank everyone who prayed for me yesterday with the surgery and who continues to pray for me this week as I continue to undergo chemo. Please pray that the side-effects will be less than last time, and that Lisa can get some sleep, and that the chemo is effective in my body. Thank you again for your prayers.

~B.