Today was Eve's follow-up appointment in radiation-oncology. Hard to believe it's been six months since we nuked her guts. Times flies when you're glowing green, I suppose.
Daniel tagged along on our trip to Duke. He didn't get too much notice in the hem-onc clinic where we went to get Eve a quick port flush. It wasn't until I successfully navigated the two-mile labrynth that leads to the rad-onc clinic that he started getting stares of sympathy.
The Radiation-Oncology Clinic is a lot different than the Hematology-Oncology Clinic in that rad-onc is almost all adult patients. When a kid walks in the waiting room, all head turns to the poor, short soul. Normally, these looks are reserved for Eve; today, it was Daniel.
A Duke volunteer came over to talk with me. Do you know what kind of treatment they'll be giving? No treatment, just here for a follow-up. How has he been handling all of this? Umm, I guess he's been cool. He's such a trooper! Look at all that energy! Sure, alrighty, thanks for the chat.
Fellow cancer parents, you know how you don't notice your kid is bald when the rest of the world does? I guess I am so used to Daniel wearing a patch for his amblyopia, I forget that the rest of the world in the oncology waiting room might think he has lost his eye to cancer.
I'm not sure if I should correct them or have him carry around a tin cup. The road to college savings is a long one. Might as well start early.