2001
| June 6, 2001
My son, who tries to have a very positive spirit, and who is a very considerate, sweet young man, went to the mall to get his Lenscrafter's prescription sunglasses - you know the ones - advertised at $99 and actually costing nearly $300. You have to remember the fine print. I shepherd him through the exam - made them clean everything in sight and no eye drops until you have a new, unopened bottle. He may go back - the glasses appear defective - things bow in at him. In the meantime, he's in the mall - two week-ends in a row! This is good. I even got him upstairs. I went wild in Lane Bryant. Hot colors - loose clothes - and a few labeled tank tops. "Star", Hollywood" and "10". They have the greatest PJ sets - sleeveless button tank and loose shorts - great slippery fabric, splashy prints. I got two. I am LIVING in them. Great for hot days and nights. He actually rolled in there and helped me lug bags around. I really need two-three more garment racks.....and a ton of hangers! It is spring and I am tired of a year spent in sweats at the hospital. On the lower level, we got into this little shop filled with "stuff" - including my purple dragon statues. I got a second baby coming out of an egg to go with my set. They are expensive and heavy little devils and so cute! I have the Emperor (big male) and the curled up Momma dragon and now two babies, one mouth open and one mouth closed. I think there is one baby out of the egg. There is another just pecking out too. And a smaller male dragon. I love them. They parade across the top of my piano. I add one every now and then. My piano is ignored and buried under stuff - I play the electric one whenever I get two seconds. Must change that. We also acquired a dozen beautiful, fake, red roses - the ones with the fake dew on them. For the nurses and doctors. He wanted them. He had a plan. Or a plot. I love them. I plan on going back to get a few just for me! I'll wait and see if there are leftovers. We also hit See's Candy. Last week I bought some - we had one piece a day as a treat. So we bought some this week - a big box of exotic truffles - for the nurses - and a smaller box - can't get me near chocolate and not provide some!!! The candy was also part of his scheme. So Tuesday, we go for chemo. Loaded down with roses and candy. He knew who to give them to - and he sat and waited. All the nurses went by him in the waiting room at the clinic - and everyone went nuts over the flowers. He refused to say who. He missed a few openings I thought. Nope. He was waiting. At last, we were waiting in the exam room - for his shots - and to kill time we rolled on over to the day hospital - turns out today he doesn't get to stay there. We presented the candy. And he got to give specific nurses a rose apiece. And a few carefully counted out ones for missing people. And we rolled back. He got one doctor her rose. And two of his nurses. He has a few nurses he seriously tries to flirt with. Aha. Mother was a little slow here. And then we set up the other, senior doctor. Now, his regular doctor, the one who had been so upset when he went into the coma, we had gotten really good at Easter. He had gone into the hospital with his hands still stained with egg dye. His nails, cuticles to be specific, were green! She had seen this, and gotten very worried, and was about to call for a consult when I took pity on her and told her it was egg dye! My son, the character. He has a quick wit and a fast mouth. I usually spend Tuesday mornings with a sore jaw from laughing. Between winces and the stress of port accesses and IVs and shots and bone marrow tests and spinal injections. (He is in full remission.) We hadn't been able to get the other woman doctor at Easter - she was too busy. Today, we were not to be foiled. We had help. We sent the one doctor to get the other. That works. She has the same sense of humor. Or else we have educated her these past 11 months. She told the resident doctor that "J___'s mother was really upset." When asked why, she almost had no answer. She came up with the dreaded portable pump - which I may face again this month. Good call! Made her target all concerned. So here they come back down the hall, all officious, all business, and my son sitting like a little toad on a lily pad, smirking, in the door of the exam room, watching. The two doctors start in about how we can do bicarbs and two days in the day hospital, etc. etc. which threw me for a loop (I hadn't known what had been said). My son interrupted all this and presented his target with her rose. Got her good! She hadn't suspected a thing. I should say that with every rose and the candy (the doctors were told where it was), my son, little devil, got a big hug. Which is, of course, what he wanted. Especially from those certain nurses. Not too shabby this child. Not shabby at all! Suave. Just wait till he's out of the wheelchair. |
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