To the Deluxe Apartment in the Sky

I had my last chemo at Northwestern Thursday. It was also the last of the A/C chemo. Not sure what the hell I'm talking about? There's a chemo crash course somewhere in the past entries. Needless to say, I was pretty damn excited about the last A/C. The third cycle was a little rough and I've heard the Taxol (my next type) is easier. I like easier.

Anyway, I step out of the elevator at the 21st floor at Northwestern for what will be the last time in a while. I was a little bummed about that. I've gotten used to it up there. I know the nurses, the staff... It feels a little like my cancer home. I chat with my friendly medical queens who schedule things for me, have a hard candy...It's like Cheers where everyone knows my name.

They had a surprise for me this time... yeah, you guessed it. The penthouse, baby! Getting the penthouse is actually a fluke- the nurses rotate the rooms, etc. etc. I was escorted to the penthouse and was like, "Shit! It's about time." Another nurse then proceeded to fuck with me and come in to tell me that they had to move me. No way, I said. She laughed. Ha ha! Guess you gotta get your cheap thrills where you can. I settled in to my bed, threw my hat on the counter, checked my email and checked out the view. I wanted to take full advantage of what a million dollar view looks like. Checked out the sailboats in the lake, watched the Ferris wheel spin at Navy Pier, saw all the new construction along the lakefront. No wonder my bills are so high!

Funny thing is... the chemo isn't any better in the penthouse. Same old shit. Better view.