I had my second round of chemotherapy late last week. The actual procedure went very well - I had the same nurse who is, in my humble opinion, a Goddess. I also had the pleasure of seeing some familiar faces and exchanging phone numbers and blog addresses. Solidarité in action.
The aftermath was something else. Tired right down to my bones. I've been in bed for the last few few days and was only able to get up and walk about for more than a few minutes yesterday.
Things are looking up this morning. I have more energy and was even able to tackle a few of the weeds in the Flophouse garden. Some of this may have to do with the daily injections I'm getting to boost my immune system. These are given by a certified nurse who comes to my house every morning. That's right, the care comes to me and it is all 100% covered by the national healthcare system.
I find this amazing but when I express this to my French friends and family, they reply, "Mais, c'est normal." My dear friends, I have lived in a world where such a thing isn't "normal" at all. And I cannot find the words to express (in either of my two languages) how grateful I am for this system, for the healthcare professionals who provide such competent compassionate care and for the French nation that supports it.