
On Wednesday I got my Avastin treatment. The treatment itself is fine. The ordeal of being admitted to the hospital each time is getting old. It was much easier and faster in Panama.

I got there early so I hung out with a duck in the parking lot. The hospital isn’t near water so it was strange to see him there.

The usual assortment was in the room. I always take the granola bars and an apple when I leave. Next time I may bring a bigger purse for the cookies.

There were only 2 cokes vs the usual five. I don’t drink coke anymore so not a problem.
If I could bring a cooler next time I could bring the yogurt home.

The fruit plate is always good. I usually eat this before anyone even comes in.

They start by putting saline through my port. In Panama this is a five minute procedure. I sit in a chair, in my normal clothes. Here they have me in the hospital gown, lying in the hospital bed with this paper over my head. You would think the were doing surgery with the care that take in doing something that is similar to putting in an IV.

In the US you get those socks with traction on the bottom. In Panama you don’t get any foot ware. In Mexico you get these slippers which are a tripping hazard for me. I have 2 different socks on because one is a compression sock.

Breakfast was really good. There wasn’t lunch this time which was fine with me. Its never good.
After waiting 90 minutes after treatment to be released and get my invoice, they had screwed it up. I have to go back next week to get it sorted out.

And then the best part of treatment day. I came back to the apartment and Jeff had made me chocolate covered strawberries.