Yes, that would be me.
I could barely shuffle down the hall this morning; I was in that much pain.
I arrived at the hospital around 9:00 am. The entire nursing staff took care of me so that I would have time to receive both the Herceptin and the Doxil. They did an amazing job, but it was close to 4:30 pm, by the time I got out of there.
I did manage to schedule a massage, and that helped me immensely. I felt much better afterwards, and I moved easier as well.
I drove straight home, packed up some good food, packed my daughters into the car, and drove to the train station.
Then we took the train to Tel Aviv and saw Carmen in Park HaYarkon.
I got home around 1:30 in the morning!
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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