She was always waiting. She peeked her head around the door.
“You okay, sweetie?” “Can we call Dr. Maria and ask if international travel would kill me?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
We had a big Cancer Team Meeting a couple days later. Every so often, a bunch of doctors and social workers
and physical therapists and whoever else got together around a big table in a conference room and discussed my situation.
(Not the Augustus Waters situation or the Amsterdam situation. The cancer situation.)
Dr. Maria led the meeting. She hugged me when I got there. She was a hugger.
I felt a little better, I guess. Sleeping with the BiPAP all night made my lungs feel almost normal,
although, then again, I did not really remember lung normality.
Everyone got there and made a big show of turning off their pagers and everything so it would be all about me,
and then Dr. Maria said, “So the great news is that Phalanxifor continues to control your tumor growth,
but obviously we’re still seeing serious problems with fluid accumulation. So the question is, how should we proceed?”
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